Wednesday, February 28, 2007

As Generic As It Gets

HH went to the doctor today, a regular appointment. I have been
telling him to go back since last Thursday, after the doctor told
him last Monday to come back if he wasn't better in a couple of
days. Now, the doctor says to stay in bed, and come back Friday
if he's not better. We'll see. I'm sure HH hates to miss 2 MORE
DAYS OF WORK.

One of my old teaching buddies was back in the building earlier
this week, subbing. With my busy schedule, I didn't get to talk
to her the first day, but the next day she hunted me down before
school started. I hope the accident victim from my LSUV reverse
faux pas does not know her.

We picked up like old times, like it hasn't been almost a whole
year since we could chat about people who are not as good as
we are. Heh, heh. Then she leaned over my desk, glancing
sideways in each direction, even though my door was closed,
and only the two of us were present. "I feel like I have to tell
you this," she nearly whispered. "Did you know you will be
teaching Science next year?"

Gosh! It's great to have a friend to watch your back, even
though this is the first time time she's been in the building in
several months. What if she hadn't told me? What if I showed
up the first day of school, and found out then? It could happen.
Anyhoo...I thanked her, and told her that was OLD news to
me, that I had known for 3 weeks now.

In other news, I see that my Intervention show on A & E has
been moved from Sunday nights to Friday nights. Great Googley
Moogley! Won't all the people who need interventions be out
drinking and drugging on Friday nights? Is this a ploy by the
programmers to save them, because surely they will say, "I'd
planned to go out drinking and drugging, but by cracky, I think
I'll stay home to watch that Intervention show!"

In still other TV show news, I have grown addicted to The
Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency. It doesn't hurt that every
week she tells some of those comely young men to strip off.
Plus, the DRAMA! I even like seeing her son, Nathan, try to
take on the responsibilities she gives him, just before she takes
them herself. I tried watching The Agency, a knockoff on MTV
or VH1 about the Wilhelmina Agency, but they appear to be a
cheap imitation of Janice's show. Janice does look somewhat
like a cadaver, though. A well-preserved, high-strung, loud-
mouthed cadaver.

I am still not my usual vibrant, entertaining, controversial blogging
self. I thinks it's something in the atmosphere. Because I never
write 'I thinks' when I am my old self. I am stagnant. I need my
head to unstuff with the HH congestion. I need some new ideas.
Sweet Gummi Mary, I would even settle for some old ideas.
Any ideas.

Perhaps tomorrow I will tell you about the new toilet paper
dispenser in the faculty women's restroom.

If you're good.

8 comments:

DeadpanAnn said...

HBMom-- Thanks for the narrative writing advice.

Maybe A & E moved "Intervention" to Friday nights because too many druggies were onto their evil plan to surprise them with an intervention. This way they're too busy getting high and drunk to go "A documentary about addiction? Sure, I'll participate. Hey, wait, doesn't that Intervention show on t.v. tell people that they're on 'a documentary about addiction'??"

Assuming there are enough remaining brain cells to make the connection. That seems unlikely with some of those folks. Did you see the girl who thought she was God?

The Unrepentant Gallivanter said...

I know - you can write about how to be a successful substitute teacher. As I am applying for that position at the Montessori school here, I could use some pointers, because when I was a kid we made the subs lives a living H#ll!

Redneck Diva said...

Go make one of those ridiculous test thingies that I've seen roaming around the internet. I hear that brings 'em runnin'. Not that I'd know anything about those ridiculous test thingies....nope, not me.

Cazzie!!! said...

I hope that the toilet paper dispenser is a gorgeous man standing there handing out the paper as you walk into the toilet cubicle , hehe.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Miss Ann,
I think you're onto something. Because lately, the intervenees had been getting all suspicious about a group of family together. Maybe this will do the trick.

I'm not sure I saw the girl who thought she was God. Was she the stripper who yelled at her sister for bringing her some lunch, and walked on top of all the trash piled up in the shed she was living in? (Preposition-ending sentence #1208).

Diva,
Funny you should say that, because I went and did one before even reading this comment. Right after I took your little quiz thingy.

Cazzie,
Great Googley Moogley! I forgot all about my promise. Sorry to say it is not a man, but a double dispenser filled with rolls of toilet paper bigger than my head. And my ego! I am not lovin' it. More in another post about this monster.

Hillbilly Mom said...

UnGal,
I hate this New Blogger! Have I mentioned that before? Because I was sure your comment was published, but when I went to writin' the responses, it had disappeared, so I had to go back and publish it again, and now it looks like I left you out of the proper order, but that was not the intention.

I don't know much about Montessori schools. The last I heard was from a friend of a friend who had a very young child attending one in the Kansas City area, and she said he studied what he was interested in. (Preposition-ending sentence #1209)

I'm not sure if my advice would be very good for a school that is not as regimented as a redneck public school. And even then, I could only keep a sub from roasting, but not from getting very hot and sweaty.

I am not as fired up on the substitute issue this year, having missed only one day, which was to attend a conference in the library, right across from my classroom, and the sub was a good one, not at all like the one who told the kids dirty jokes and took them outside to walk around the school and rearranged the furniture in my classroom.

If I start to feel like my vast knowledge of substitute training tips is building up a head of steam, I will surely write a post about it for you.

DeadpanAnn said...

Un Gal,

I can tell you that the key is to be confident and all business all the time. Walk in and get them working on something--anything-- within the first five minutes. If you believe you know what you're doing and you're in control, the kids will see that in how you carry yourself, and they'll try you less. If you walk in all nervous and unsure, they'll exploit that and make your life hell for a day. That's got to be true regardless of what type of school you're in.

Dangit Hillbilly Mom, now I'm all self conscious about my prepositions!!! Oh, and sorry for hijacking your blog with my know-it-all-ness.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Miss Ann,
Preach it, Sistah!

I shall use my blog to spread the preposition love all around. I don't think you have anything to worry about. My blog is what the bad finger will be pointed at. You may rest snug as the bug who used the rug to roll up in.