Monday, September 03, 2007

Final Update Until Everything's Done

...and it WILL get done...the floor is half sanded, and will be finished tomorrow...it's looking swell, but I'm tired of writing about it, so I'll spare you any more details until the last coat of whatever that stuff is you put on wood to make it shine has dried... then, really, honestly, truly, there will be pictures...

Do you know how people say things like, "Well, my house can sure get messy, but at least it's never DIRTY"?

Well, right now, this house is dirty.

Or, even better, people who go on and on and on about a disaster zone in their house and then when you finally get to see it you find it's not even slightly disastrous? (Heather sprang one of these on me last month when I was allowed a peek at her infamous laundry room. It was sparkling neat and the disappointment I felt and the feelings of betrayal I experienced when I saw it were frankly soul-crushing.)

Listen: My house really is a total and complete disaster zone.

I feel like the Scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz when describing what the Winged Monkeys did to him. ("They took my arms and threw them over there! Then they took my legs and threw them over there!") The contents of my house have been thrown everywhere, and while I know it has not been done irrationally, we're working towards a greater good here and it's all part of a well-thought-out master plan, having a pile of books sitting in my bathtub of all places is enough to send any good woman over the edge. Especially when that someone is about to return to work after 16 months!!

I cannot even begin to describe how fabulous it is to start off the school year feeling so wonderfully organized!

Actually, I'm very much looking forward to going back to work. (Having said that, if I wasn't part-time this year, I must confess I would not be blogging right now: I would be upstairs staring at my sleeping children and sobbing my guts out.) But getting out every morning is going to be great, and, despite what people might tell you, teaching is actually an absolutely fantastic job. It's a well-kept secret that teenagers are the funniest people on the planet, and I am NOT lying OR exaggerating when I say that every day at work I get at least three honest-to-goodness belly laughs because students have said things that are hilarious.

So yeah, teaching is great.

If it weren't for the insane workload (do you KNOW how many hours teachers put in at home?) the overflowing classrooms (a blog post of its own) the stupid education "specialists" (you would not BELIEVE some of the crap they've tried to make me do in my classroom) the crazy parents ("how dare you look at my [spoiled, lazy, stupid, rude, total asshole] child sideways!") the finger-pointing media (who blame us teachers for EVERY societal woe from increasing crime rates to childhood obesity) the resentful taxpayers ("how dare you get all those holidays! And what's up with your five hour work day anyway?") ("five hours": ooooh, don't even get me started) and the patronizing academics ("well, we know she's not smart! If she was smart she would have become a doctor!") why, honestly:

It would be practically the most perfect job there is.

PS: Apparently I will be teaching my chemistry classes in the home-ec room this year. Yes, you've read that correctly: Chem labs in the morning; cooking classes in the afternoon.

Someone is going to die.

8 comments:

Heather said...

Yeah, well, I've seen your house a few times too and it has never EVER looked anything like you've described it on here repeatedly. So there.

By the way, watch for my future post about tearing up the seventies carpet in the basement. It will no longer haunt me - at least not after next week. I'm halfway there, so I can relate to your renovation woes.

Krista said...

I have to agree with you re: teenagers being the funniest people on the planet. I'm not a teacher, but I have run plenty of youth groups and I have to say - I really like teenagers. Maybe that's because I know they won't stay teenagers forever.

And here's my YAY for teachers! Again, I'm not one, but I know enough and have had enough good ones to know how much work they put into what they do. This is my pat on your back. :)

And thanks for the preggers books! Heather gave them to me on Sunday and I'm stoked to read them. I got to meet Accidental Poet on Sunday too - it was kind of a surreal-virtual-life-meets-reality kind of moment.

Linda said...

One of my best jobs was teaching juniour high many years ago. They made me laugh but they could also (almost) make me cry.

The chem class in the home ec room should create a few extra laughs, I'm sure.

Linda said...

I know this is your blog Whippy but...

Heather, you're getting rid of the basement carpet? No! Say it isn't so!

Jill said...

Jeez, I stepped away from the blog world for a few days and missed everything. Hope you're having fun at your perfect job! :)

Michele said...

update or i'll worry.

cce said...

Okay, not sure what's happened to my ability to comment here but it has been a 12 week hiatus from the blogospehere. And you've gone back to work. Well, I'll be damned.
But belly aching laughter from adolescents sounds like great blog fodder. When you have time...do share.

Pamela said...

I have chemistry experiments going on in my fridge all the time
and I've never said:
"Well, my house can sure get messy, but at least it's never DIRTY"?