I have gotten most of my work done. I still need to iron my clothes. I went to school and worked today for about 3 hours. I got my notebooks graded and I’ve been working on notebook pages all afternoon. I have zero for 7th grade tomorrow, however. I don’t even know what I’m doing tomorrow with them. Ugh. That part of my year cannot be over soon enough.
I am going to do my best to stay away from the TV this week. Now that I’m starting back to school, I cannot waste time like that every day. I have been watching two hours when I get home from school. I won’t be able to do that, anymore. AND goddam track is about to start, too. Fuck. I wish to god I hadn’t agreed to do that shit. I won’t do it next year. I am going to do my best to stay out of the supplementary positions. Definitely not department chair and I will do my best to avoid team leader. I would like to be on PBIS and I did join the safety committee only because I think it will help me to get an admin job. I think Kip is the PBIS coach. That would be a big help to me being able to get one of the district wide coaches positions. There seems to be pretty high turnover in those jobs- I think they are a stepping stone- I might have a shot at one of those eventually. The next time I apply, I will have a better chance if I am actively involved with PBIS at my school.
At the moment, my plan is to live in my rental until I finish my degree. That is definitely what makes the most sense- that doesn’t mean I’ll actually do that, to be sure, but I think it’s what I should do. Bethany has bought a house, so she will be hosting the family Christmas this coming year, I’m sure, so no need for me to worry about a dining room. No one will ever be at my house but John and me. My mother still has not called me. It’s unbelievable how fast she can forget about me. After 48 years, it really shouldn’t surprise me, but I’m just dumb enough to always think that maybe this time she’s changed. I thought maybe the cancer and me moving 700 miles away for 10 months might had made her really change. Ha, no such luck.
It seems that two of my friends that got a divorce after me but have already remarried, are both regretting it. Not that it makes me happy that they are unhappy, but at least I didn’t do that- just marry anybody so that I wouldn’t have to be alone. Right now, I am not even thinking about going on dates. I have too much on my plate without worrying about that crap. I have to get through the rest of the school year, complete a fucking track season, complete my first principal class, oh, and not get shot, by June.