project dad

so the school year wound down surprisingly quickly - with a godzilla-sized migrain and an explosion of STRESS!

ok i might feel a little bad about taking wednesday off (i felt so unprepared for the last day of school - i had to have students help me put the report cards in the envelopes - without "next year grade assignment:" filled in - i was not briefed on the criteria and please, keeping kids back a year is now taboo because if you do that your school will have an unacceptable AYP and since schools need $$$ to function, you'd better fudge the data to make your kids look like they're not being left behind. besides, it's kind of my "revenge" : i'm sure many of the parents of my students will be calling up the school and creating havoc for the principal. also, i didn't have the "class compliments" strips ready for the kids until about ten minutes before the final bell rang. i also had snaggletooth breathing down my neck as i wrote a recommendation for her child to be in a dual-language program. oh and let's not forget that when they were outside for extra recess (i needed the break and the other teacher was outside) one of my students was goofing around and ran into the corner of a bleacher so i had to go outside to get them and when there is a group of kids huddled around him, well, that's another five minutes taken away from saying goodbye to the kids... um and what else... i didn't get to say goodbye to half of them because it was super stressful and i went home after throwing up an hour after the kids left, leaving my uneaten lunch and full cup of tea along with my windows open. i decided to drop everything and go home because godzilla was stomping on every working neuron again and again and again, anytime there was any shift in blood pressure STOMP, STOMP, STOMP! i was pale and sweating and as i arrived at the office i met the principal and told her i had to go home, i'd just thrown up from a migraine; she offered to drive me home, i almost accepted but then decided against it b/c there probably wasn't anyone home... i left almost in tears, squeaking out "it's been a rough week.") but i was legitimately ill on tuesday - i was dizzy dizzy dizzy from not taking my meds and i finally got my hands on some tuesday evening so i might have stayed home regardless of if i had an appointment at the headache place or not.

i mean, the report cards, i admit, i could have done last weekend but i was a little too busy - cuddling and showering do take quite some energy.

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today as i ate breakfast, i sat in front of the tv and discovered there was a "queer eye for the straight guy" marathon. my sister was watching with me. i kept going "awww..... AWW LOOK AT HER! SHE'S GONNA START CRYING! THAT IS SO CUTE!" etc., etc. she of course kept telling me "oh my god, that's so corny. you are such a dork!" this is probably the first time in a loooong time where i have thought of anything that show has to offer as "cute." i must be on a serotonin high.

so i was inspired. i have not spent much time with my dad because he seems to be a depressive kind of person. and i'm not sure what kind of person might enjoy awkward silences. but i was inspired by those fabulous five (even though with the end of will and grace, gay people on tv is nothing new. but still.) to makeover my dad - or at least his wardrobe. i mean, come on, this is the guy who wears two socks that don't match (like one sock burgundy and the other brown, the product of one sock being put in with the whites while the other stayed where it should) and argues that "the sock on my left foot matches my sweater, as does the sock on my right foot. therefore, algebraeically, the socks match!" so i told my dad that my sister and i were going to take him shopping and that he should pencil in a day for us to go. also inspired by the divorcee episodes of the british "what not to wear" i figure it's time for hime to get some updated clothes, ones that are not older than me. it's a new stage in his life, and he should enjoy it. and everyone knows when you look good, you feel good. so it's up to my sister and myself to convince him. so i found a way i can spend time with my dad - do something i like anyway, and have him be part of it, along with my sister. it should be fun.