I am feeling quite accomplished today. I went to bed last night at the decent hour
of midnight, and woke up a little later than planned, at 10:30. Some of you will shake your head at me in
humor for this, but I had decided earlier in the week that my thirty-plus boxes
of teaching supplies need to make their way back to school – this week. The beginning of their journey was
today. Six boxes made their way into my
classroom this afternoon, which means that I only have twenty-four to go. This also means that if I use the next three
days to transport, I will have to take eight boxes per day. I’m not sure if my ’98 Pontiac Grand Prix can
handle eight boxes in one trip, but I’m going to make sure she does, because
this week I’m still free, so I will only be transporting – not
unpacking. I have also decided that
I have way, way, way too many teaching supplies, so I am challenging myself to
keep purchases this year to a minimum.
First of all, who on earth needs thirty boxes of random stuff for a
classroom, and second, I plan to donate throughout the year to the infamous
“Resource Room,” where unwanted items seem to congregate. At one time, I had a principal who did not
allow congregating at all, but this new one is quite awesome, so she doesn’t
mind a bit. If any of my co-workers are
reading this blog they will shudder with disgust as I explain. I mean, we could always give away our stuff
or trade or share, etc, but humans were not able to congregate at all on school
grounds. So folks, this means a building
full of women were not able to visit. We
took to secretly and viciously ‘congregating’ when said principal was not
there, merely out of spite, and one time I actually took a picture of it and
posted it on Facebook, just so we could all laugh at her stupid antics, but
anyhow…that was random, so I’ll stop boring you non-teachers.
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Second on my list was an entertaining surprise
phone call from Grey, who was out driving around, trying to take pictures for
the newspaper which would represent and capture the heat of this ninety-four
degree day. She needed some ideas and
invited me to come up with some. My
clever idea was to take some photographs of the railroad tracks near her house,
where the heat was rising from the tracks.
We tried and tried to capture this, in the blistering sun, and I won’t
know until later today or tomorrow if the photos were a success. We did get a few really awesome shots of the
tracks and some butterflies hoarding an onion chive plant that had purple buds
all over it. Then, as I was walking back
to my car to check and see that it was still parked and running on the side of
the road, a Sheriff’s car drove up to me with three deputies inside and asked
whether everything was alright. I
quickly informed the three men that Grey and I were just taking pictures of the
heat for the paper and that we were fine.
They bid me farewell and drove away, but that was also
entertaining. Hahaha, only in Roxboro
would you see law enforcement roaming around the country roads.
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The next thing on my list was to rid my
laundry/mini-sun room of the ten or so trash bags full of recyclables. This pile had been accumulating since
January when I moved in, so you can imagine the amount of stuff I had. Luckily, my bottles and cans were already
bagged because I handily purchased a trashcan for the sole purpose of holding
empties. I only had to bag the larger
plastics and cardboard. As I made my way
to the Recycling Center in town, not really knowing where it was located and all I kept
thinking was ‘These people are going to think I am a complete slob,’ but when I
got there I was greeted by three men, all clearly from the Roxboro area who
proceeded to flirt shamelessly with me while unloading my junk. This entertained me as well, because the one
guy was probably nearing the ripe old age of eighteen and I am twenty-six. So even though I know that I do not look a
day over seventeen, I was flattered that they even bothered to talk to me and
then the young guy even invited me back! Also, I wasn't even wearing make-up today!
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The last thing on my list to do today is visit D
& V in Hillsborough. This will
likely be bittersweet, as I will not be doing any moving of boxes from house to
house or from house to U-Haul for anyone, and I know you know how much fun I
had doing that for a week. D & V
just arrived home from their honeymoon in Europe this weekend, and I get to have
dinner with them and look at all their photos from the trip and they get to
tell me all the juicy details of their escapades. This is what I am most excited about –
over-sharing. I have had a lack of
over-sharing in my life for the past two weeks, and I was beginning to go a
little stir crazy because I hadn’t heard any stories about the two of
them. I am excited for dinner and great
company though, so until later, enjoy the heat.
Peace.
<3 Meg
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