There’s a pumpkin on my computer’s monitor. At work. I don’t mean that there’s a picture of a pumpkin being displayed on my monitor, I mean there’s a pumpkin sitting on top of my monitor.
It’s okay though, because I put it there. It’s just a little pumpkin.
Work has been less than intellectually stimulating lately. By lately I mean since I started. Why can’t I just get a job and be happy? Maybe if I were back teaching…
Over the weekend I worked at marching band state championships. Once again, it was great to be around these wonderful, intelligent, talented people. They always have job leads for me. I have to start paying attention and following up. The way I look at it, I think I’ve got what it takes to be a great high school teacher, and eventually, when I’ve got a bit of experience and possibly another degree, I could be a principal of some sort. I would be very good at that sort of thing.
In order to start teaching again, I’m going to need a car. I’m also going to have to find a way to afford the insurance.
You’re the cutiest of the Scoobies
With your lips as red as rubies
And your firm, yet supple… tight embrace.