Temple of Doom

Back to work tomorrow.  I've enjoyed my 2 months of summer, spending lots of time with Cookie, but all good things must come to an end.  I do love my job teaching at a high school here in the Pacific Northwest; however, it's fair to say I may like summer more.  So sue me.

Cookie also starts kindergarten this year.  You'd think she'd be excited, right?  You'd be wrong.  "Cookie, you'll learn all kinds of new things!  You'll get to paint and do art projects!  You'll get really good at reading!  You'll get to play with all of your friends!"  (I say this as if school is the BEST THING EVER!)  (Were there enough exclamation points in that section?  Just checking.)

"But, Mom, I'd rather spend my days with you."

Way to break my heart, kid.  Way to break my heart.

Anyway, back to work.  This week, no students, which means lots and lots of meetings.  I think they do this to us every year so we have some idea how students' butts feel after a day of sitting in uncomfortable chairs.  I've been going in a couple of times a week (unpaid, mind you) for a few weeks already, so I'm pretty much set to go.  I've been teaching almost 20 years, so I have it down.  That's not to say I don't get nervous.  Next Monday night, the night before the students return, I won't sleep at all.  It's a good nervous though.

(The title of the post refers to the place I work.  It's ironic.  Honest.)