May Cause Ditzyness and Mild Inertia

Those jerks. Giving me a plummy almost-all-Honours line-up for next year. Making me question the two middle school vacancies that came up today. Darn them to cornsilk and applesauce.

Of course, it's the end of the year, so everything is ducky and I'm full of ideas. Tomorrow Mike will be my sub while, thanks to a grant, I get to spend the day down the hall, hashing out those ideas with some fellow teachers, plotting for next year.

But maybe I'll call for an interview all the same. I don't want to now - I mean, MIDDLE school? - but I owe my six-months-from-now self some options.