Work has been beyond strange this week with the huge weather changes(sunny and 70 to 50 and pouring rain) and the inevitable effects on the students. Wild animals on crack, perhaps? Then there are the bizarre staffing issues in World Language where a district high school is losing a teacher, my school has several openings but oops, no we don't. (a 1.8 FTE shrinks to a .6?) I will state on this blog what I can't on Facebook; it's POLITICS. It's the fact that the first year teacher in my building is tight with admin and very connected to important people whereas the other high school's 3 year veteran has made no friends with rigorous grading policies and (I'm sure) complaints from students and parents about not giving high enough grades. As one would say in French...MERDE. My supportive colleagues said it best, "Let it go, You have no control over this." No one understands more than I do that life isn't fair, but it doesn't mean that I can't be angry about this kind of dreck. (I've now used two different words for shit, neat!) Also strange is that I was Facebook friend requested by someone who graduated from UW, so I almost accepted, automatically, thinking that I must know him from there. Yet when I looked at his page, all that we had in common was our marital status: widowed. Is Facebook the new Match.com? Anyway, it made me feel odd and sad. (and he will not be my friend!)
Not super strange, but when I ordered these peony style tulips, I thought they would be my favorites, but they're not. The rain hasn't been kind to some of my parrot tulips, like the beautiful pink one that I was so proud of. It broke off and I had to bring it in the house. :(
This Rembrandt is going to be gorgeous. I can't wait for it to open, so come on, sun! Finally, in the weirdest and most frightening news yet, Alison texted me at 6:16 p.m. tonight that her boyfriend and she had made their flight to Kauai by merely 10 minutes! (so not my style since I'm always at the airport 2 hours early) An hour and a half later, she contacted me to let me know that their plane had been struck by lightning in the air, which she SAW. Thus, they had to turn around to Seattle to get a new plane. She took the change of plans in stride, like she always does; I half-jokingly texted her that I wanted her to come home so that I could wrap her up in bubble wrap! This kind of event makes me miss Patt so very much; once he had made sure Alison was safe, he would have been fascinated about what the lightning strike was like, what they said over the loudspeaker, how often it happens, etc. He wouldn't have been a weepy mess about it, like, er, someone else. Honestly, this has been a trying and stressful week with a bit too much drama and strangeness. I'm exhausted.