Well, finally I'm starting to feel much better so was able to drag my out-of-shape self to the spa again. I went for a swim and pretended like I was Michael Phelps. Which mainly meant that I made my usual, leisurely lap from one end to the other, and, while resting, allowed myself to feel a great sense of satisfaction.
My favorite Olympics Moment (TM) was Usain Bolt winning the 100 meter dash. You've gotta see this clip (I mean, it's 9 seconds, you've got time). The guy breaks a world record, running 100 meters in 9 seconds. Around 8 seconds, he looks around and sees that he's got in the bag, actually slows down a little bit, and sails through the finish line like he's not even tryin'! Then, he keeps on running until he finds his mom, and hugs her and everyone in her general vicinity. All this he did after (seriously) downing an order of chicken nuggets and with an untied shoe!
In other news, Oh. My. God. My blog was on Apartment Therapy!!! If you don't know how utterly huge this is, I may be married to you. Turns out my boss is friends with one of the writers there. Bummer side note is that I scrambled to look at my Google Analytics, which I haven't paid any attention to lately, and it turns out some of the code must have been broken, because, according to G.A., I've had no visitors at ALL since like, May.
It's Back To School season, and it's reminding me of... well, me! When I was a kid, I used to get super-anxiety before that dreaded First Day of School. It usually involved some crying and a little bit of puke. That carried on, I hate to tell you, even to my grad school years. Well, by then less puking but still a few tears. Probably a lifetime of the First Day of School jitters could have been at least slightly lessened if my kindergarden teacher had not been an absolute monster who sent me to the principle because of my incessant sobbing! Mrs. Whatsyername, I curse your name forever! But, Principle Whatshisname is a prince among men, who I will never forget.
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8 comments:
Mr. Bastin, what a nice man and a very good principal,....glad you are feeling better, wonder what it might feel like to be like Michael Phelps just for a little bit?
I thought it was Principal Rosenbaum. I don't remember a Mr. Bastin. I'm glad I had Mrs. Elliot for my kindergarten teacher. Except that mean Jim McDaniel, bus driver, sent me to the principal office in 5th grade for showing our belly buttons on the bus and if I remember correctly, it was the same week we had our girl talk and sent home with a brown bag of stuff. Jim said that we were scaring the other kids. Yeah right!
Ha ha ha ha!! C- funny story! I loved Mr. R and Mrs. E. Special K, too bad you didn't have Mrs. E because she was the bomb!! I got in trouble for not having the right color crayons in 1st grade. Not sure how that has messed me up yet, but sure it has.
Ms. Steirwalt was a prime witch that is for sure and did neither you nor Carrie any good for all her cute little ass and hair flinging. Mr. Bastin was our savior and retired (probably because of you, Kel, that year.)
All I've got to say about JIm is that he's always been a man of double standards. love, ma
Ha! Yes, Mrs. Stierwalt. Wadda bitch. But, I do think Connie right and the Principle was Mr. Rosenbaum. Wasn't he the older fellow - quite tall? Grey?
Yeah that's him.
I always had first day jitters too even as a teacher. Now that I'm a counselor, it's not the same. I don't have to welcome 5 new groups of kids to my world, just make sure they have the right class. This year, I am working with 6th grade and kind of expecting a lot of tears. Poor sweeties.
Yeah that's him.
I always had first day jitters too even as a teacher. Now that I'm a counselor, it's not the same. I don't have to welcome 5 new groups of kids to my world, just make sure they have the right class. This year, I am working with 6th grade and kind of expecting a lot of tears. Poor sweeties.
Mr. Bastin was there for your kindergarten year but not for first grade, Kel. He retired before Carrie and Connie got there.
It was a long time ago, huh? love, ma
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