My Only Hope...

...is that on Wednesday, when we take our whole school on a field trip to the Bronx Zoo, as we pass by the grizzly bear pens, I can toss in T-Rex and pretend like nothing happened. [Not that I would ever be stupid enough to take T-Rex on a field trip...]

Just last week he said to me, in disbelief "Ms. _______, I'm taller than you!"

[The hilarity of this comment should be apparent since my nickname for him is T-Rex and I am only 5'2"]

I have really had it with the whole damn school. Even cheerleading has become a pain in the a$$--attendance is low, most likely because we did not practice last week since there was choir dress rehearsal, and also because I'm a horrid b*tch by 3pm after 37.5 minutes with the crazies and a full day of teaching and sometimes I am just not the friendliest coach for the first 15 minutes of practice]. So only 6 girls showed up today. And I had a video camera, courtesy of MFT, which I video taped their dance to MIA and played it back for them on my iBook and it was very cute. They are totally embarrassed to see themselves dance. Tomorrow morning we are having an emergency Cheerleading Meeting to discuss whether the squad will continue and I swear if they don't, I'm taking the $54 we made at our bakesale and buying myself a giant bottle of vodka.

Making a big decision about grad school this week--a choice between a better school with no funding, and a still pretty-good school with a sweet fellowship offer. I think my fear of collassal and eternal debt will have to override my romanticized views of the ivy league.