Ack! Chlorine!!

My eyes are suddenly a chlorinated mess. Been doing pool stuff since January and tonight it feels as if I bathed in acid. Waaaaaahhhhhh!

Why Do Stupid People Always Become Teachers?

They just HAVE to go and make the rest of us look bad and I'm getting tired of it...

Teacher Causes Furor With Sex Ed Lessons

Basically, this guy was teaching MIDDLE SCHOOL and thought it was a good idea to have the STUDENTS read graphic details about oral sex and masturbation. In class. With girls. And then he tried to claim it was part of the human sexuality curriculum. Nice try, moron.

I'm all for sex ed--honestly? I like the idea of a neutral third party giving my boys the basics because then I don't have to--I'm a a pretty typical parent in that regard. But I think we can all agree that there is a fine, fine line in teaching that subject matter and while one would expect the teacher to address all forms of sex and inform students of the basics, I don't think anyone in their right mind would think it was a good idea to have 13-year-old girls read aloud about such matters with a male teacher in class in public school. *boggle*

Yet another looney teacher that brings more unwanted attention to the profession. Wonder if he's too old for Pamela Rogers Turner? Maybe they could hook up and open up a charter school together somewhere.

Apropos

I think we can all think of at least a dozen folks online that this definition can be applied to. Some of us can find most of a message board filled with them.

Old Friends, Good Times...

I spent more than three hours at Chilis today and had the best time I've had in a long, long time Met up with four friends from elementary/high school for the first time in years. They all live in or around our hometown, so they see each other from time to time, but as a group, we've not hung out in at least 15 years, maybe more

It was like time had stood still in so many ways--we still make each other laugh over the dumbest things imaginable--goofy nicknames, silly stories, faces, whatever--and are able to laugh at ourselves in the process.

Not living anywhere near the people whom I grew up with, I forget the good times (and the bad, for that matter) from the past. It was so nice to be able to flashback for a little while and just hang out with those who knew me when I had a mad crush on Kevin from Spanish or who remember going to birthday parties at the skating rink or wearing horrible jeans or being threated by the scary lunch girls.

Ah, the memories.

Stolen from Arkie

a random list-what do the following words make me think of:

Nude :: lipstick
Support :: underwire
Rachel:: nothing whatsoever
Crane :: Frasier
Candy bar :: Chocolate
Material :: Girl
Mind games :: Shall We Play A Game?
Eviction :: Money
Produce :: Market
Joke :: GWB

Happy Birthday to Me...

It's been a strange day, this, my 38th birthday. Good God, that looks really old. Anyway, my morning started off fairly well--got up on time, was ready for work early, no rush. Nice. Then I get to school and the first thing up is an exam for my British Lit class. One of the students happend to come up to me just before the class started and ask me a question about a worksheet that she had. At first I answered her without really thinking, then it dawned on me--the sheet she was showing me was an old copy of the exam. WHAT THE HELL? After a couple of questions, I quickly discovered that no student foul-play had occurred. What HAD occurred?

Tuesday, my sub gave the students my old copy of the exam as a freaking study sheet.

Yes, they had the first FIFTY questions from the exam to look at for two damn days and memorize--it was all matching. I could have spit nails. This meant that I had to create a new fifty questions for them super-fast. Lovely. I frantically did it while they were in the library and managed to cobble together something that they could use. Naturally there were some mistakes and I ended up kicking out one page of it mid-test. Eventually, I deduced that I had left the papers with the study sheets and she somehow thought that I hadn't gotten copies made for them. Whatever. It worked out.

The restof the day was okay---I had a dozen chatty freshmen girls at the end of the day and they nearly drove me to pull my hair out, but other than that, it was okay.

Until I realized that I'd lost my cell phone. Fuck.

Off to Wal Mart to see if I could get a new phone. They only had two models--one of which was the sucktastic one I have--and both were over $200. Uh, no fricking way. I'll keep looking and deal with the crappy phone for that kind of money.

While at Wal Mart, though, I found some cute t-shirts, so I treated myself, and I also stopped by the hair place to get a travel sized TIGI Maxxed Out hairspray. I'd seen it the other day, so I decided to get it. The problem was, there wasn't a price on it. I asked about it and he clerk said that it must have been part of a gift set. Then she noticed that the nozzle was missing, too. This was actually in my favor because she realized that they couldn't sell it, so she gave it to me. For free. Wooohoooo!

Then I went back to school to try and find my phone and I'll be damned if my alarm code didn't work. Fanfuckingtastic. I hauled ass out of the building and went home to call our school resource officer and let him know that I might have set it off. He informed me that our codes had all been modified. Well, it would have been nice if someone had told me.

So, as of right now, I sit here with highlights on my hair, watching Survivor on DVR while everyone else is asleep. No phone, but I do have free hairspray, so I suppose all is well in my world.

Random Nonscientifc Internet Quiz, Etc.

Courtesy of Sasha:

What kind of extremist are you? Your Result: Rational Person You consider these questions obvious straw men, designed to distract people from a meaningful investigation of facts and a serious discussion of relevant political issues. How boring.
Left-Wing Extremist
Moderate Extremist
Right-Wing Extremist
What kind of extremist are you? Make a Quiz

Yeah, I don't even really know what this means--I think I need sleep. Speaking of things I don't really grasp, I will confess here and now that I had absolutely no frigging clue that guiddity was a word. Furthermore, I would have thought that it was one of those fake, made-up, Harry Potteresque kind of words. Who knew? The most insipidly easy Word of the Day generator actually taught me something. I guess that speaks volumes about me, doesn't it?

Y, Y, Y!

Why do people not control their wild-ass children in the pool at the Y?

Why do people let their children roam free around said Y pool?

Why do people let their children scream incessantly in the same pool?

Why did a young, unattended child feel the need to sit on the edge of the hot tub and talk to me non-stop for five minutes?

Why did a man choose a swimsuit that looks like boxershorts minus the fly?

Why did the previously mentioned man kneel on the bench in the hot tub suspiciously close to one of the jets and remain there for several minutes?

Why can I not manage to put my hair up in a manner that will keep it from getting soaked in overly-chlorinated water?

Why did I think it was a good idea to try to run with my knees coming up out of 3.5 foot water for several minutes?

Why can't the yucky arm-flappy stuff under arms disappear when one diets?

Why am I freakishly obsessed with water aerobics all of a sudden?

WH

Virago

That's the word of the day according the world's most insipid Word of the Day generator on the right over there. Seriously, the first three or four words that it generated were just insanely easy--germane, potentate, effusive and hoary come to mind--but I'm too lazy to remove it, plus I thought there might eventually be a good word or two, so I left it.

And today's word entertains me (I should have read my own blog before I posted the other thing below, eh?).

How appropriate, nay, I'll say GERMANE to this blog that virago means:
A large, strong, courageous or aggressive woman.

I need to incorporate that into my blog description, don't you think? Maybe edit it a bit and leave out the large part because, well, that's not so flattering really, no matter how true.

Yaaawwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

I bore me today. Is there anything interesting that I should be watching or reading or doing right now?