I’m still playing catch up from this past week and weekend. Our grades are due tomorrow by 8am. My recordkeeping was kind of a mess, and I had this stack of papers I couldn’t finish grading no matter how hard I tried. So I decided to stay at school last night until I finished.
After wasting an hour or so doing stupid crap at my desk, I got myself situated in a student desk. Grade, grade, grade, grade, talk. Grade, grade, talk. Grade, grade, grade. After finishing the grading part, I had to enter the scores in my electronic gradebook. I used the number keypad I had gotten before Christmas. It was my first time using it, and wow, was it fast! I finished way before my estimated finish time of 9pm. It was only 7:30pm. Woo hoo!
I went home to worry about not having enough music for handbell practice (which is tonight), and not having chapel ready (which is tomorrow). I find that worrying about things is much more fun than actually doing something about them.
*gasp* It’s Mr. Royuk!!!! I’ve only seen him before on the school website! He does exist!
(Rockin’ keypad, dude!)
I would SOOO buy a keypad from you.
Don’t you love that keypad? This is the best time to appreciate it too – report card time.
You should have also taken a picture of that cool iPod stereo thingy that Denis gave you for Christmas. I’m sure the music helped to get you through the grading.
I think your post should have said, “Grade, grade, grade, talk. Grade, grade, grade, dance a little.” I’m sure once I left you alone you were doing a little dancing, huh? All alone in the building? Come on, fess up!
When I’m all alone in the building, I don’t dance, for goodness sakes. That would be embarrassing.
What I like to do when I’m all alone in the building is take my shirt off. Grading with my shirt off is so freeing.
I hope you were smiling for the cameras!
Don’t tell Michele that!!! She already has too much trouble around you without having pictures of you shirtless in her mind!!!
Hey, Michele has been in enough hot tubs with Brad to have all the images she needs. Does he really have a sunken chest Michele, ’cause I don’t see it.
What I see in the hot tub stays in the hot tub!
I can say the there’s more hair on his head as of late than there is on his chest (from what I remember.)
Kim, care to chime in? You did a little hot tubbing with us in Nashville.
From what you remember??? Hershey was just a few months ago … it’s ok if you don’t want to share your
treasuresunken chest with the rest of us … I was only interested in the medical-ness of it … ’cause only having ever seen Brad fully clothed, it’s hard to believe there’s a chest issue of any kind.AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! That’s my brother you’re talking about!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!111
111?
It’s code. Ask Brad.
Understood, Beth.
The required action has already been put in motion. I would stay clear of Lloyd for the next couple of days if I were you.
(See how I just used the subjunctive voice? With whom was I talking about that over Christmas? Here’s a good example. I’m not Beth. Talking in a hypothetical context like this requires the subjunctive voice. The normal “was” is replaced by “were”. “If I was you” is improper here.)
So anyway, don’t ride in any cars with Lloyd for a while. …or share a glass with him. …or use his phone.
‘subjunctive’? Big talk from a teacher boy. It were I you was speaking at over Christmas, and I do not get it then, or did me now.
Words are hard.
I was going to go with, “Grade a little, talk a little, grade a little, talk a little, dance, dance, dance, talk a lot, grade a little more.”
… and congratulations on there being no “nap” in your night of grading, talking, dancing, stripping …
Our shop teacher is always talking to people about joints and stripping.
HA! I’ll be singing that all day!
I’m glad you took a picture of yourself with a ridiculous look on your face so I’m not the only one (insert picture of Beth at her 33 1/3 party here) looking like a fool in Bradaptationland.