This doesn't look "Frenchy" to me; it's so somethinglithic. It does look like where I want to go tomorrow instead of reporting for the first day of school.
Last night I had all kinds of weird dreams, eventually waking at 6 a.m. with a splitting headache. (Mike says it probably comes of sleeping on the diagonal. Heh.) I was going to stay awake so I'd be on the right schedule for tomorrow, but the cool, dark bedroom was just so much more tempting than sitting in sunlight, rubbing my temples.
I wish I'd stayed up, though, because my next dream was the worst. It was the first day of school and second period, and I dreamt I'd forgotten to pass out enrollment cards in homeroom or sign enrollment cards during 1st period. Then when I woke up I was half-convinced that today was Monday and I'd overslept. I actually clenched my teeth and screwed up my face before daring to check the date. Oh, I'll be glad when we're all settled into the routine... of counting down until June.
Mike is determined to send me off with a lunch every day. The problem with this last year was he kept asking me what I wanted, and what I always want at 9 p.m. is to not think about the next day. This year I'm asking him to just surprise me with either a peppery hummus/lettuce/tomato sandwich or rice with kadhi (spicy yogurt) sauce. Oh, and a side salad with olives and croutons and maybe a little grated cheese. I even got one of those salad spritzers, which will probably be stolen by whoever steals from the department fridge, and some plastic forks.
So, I want Mike to pack me a lunch and send me to this French cave where I could blog about postcards from 17,000 years ago, or maybe start a Chauvet nouveau and do all my blogging on the cave walls.
Date: 25 July 1986
To: Madame C. something, something or other in Holland, possibly the same addressee as this person.
Message: Too much Dutch. Or too mutch Duch. The handwriting's not impossible, so perhaps I'll transcribe beyond "hier alles goed" some other time. Some less impatient time. Some "why don't I just go become a casino cashier or phone operator or OMG IS THIS A PIMPLE COMING UP ON MY CHIN" time.
Teaching high school now is an alternative to reincarnation, right?
*sigh*
...and it begins.
Good luck tomorrow.
Can't wait to see how the folders work out!
Posted by: Heather in PA | 26 August 2007 at 06:41 PM
1 down, 187 to go.....
Posted by: Heather in PA | 27 August 2007 at 01:10 PM