Gloom And Doom On The Horizon

Tomorrow, it is off to school for the Hillbilly family. I hate the week after Christmas vacation. It is a real let-down. All I have to look forward to is getting new students. Since I teach freshmen, that means my 'new' students are the ones who couldn't pass this class in the last four years, so they need it NOW, right NOW, and HAVE TO PASS it for credit to graduate. You would think that would mean a serious approach to their studies, wouldn't you? But most of them come from the philosophy of a D- is as good as an A. If you're getting more than 60%, you're putting in too much effort. Yeah. One of them actually told me that a couple of years ago. And the last thing you really want inserted into your freshmen classes, the classes you have whipped into shape over the previous two quarters, is a senior who couldn't pass the freshman class on schedule. Because they're idols now, you know, people to be looked up to and to impress with your rebel attitude.

We'll see how it goes.

The Pony starts his P.E. rotation. He's already been through Art and Choir. He's not an athlete, that boy, but he used to please the curmudgeony P.E. teacher at Newmentia. One time he saw her on the sidewalk, and asked it he could get out of the LSUV and hug her. I know. #1 and I shuddered at the thought. Now he will have the head basketball coach for his 6th grade P.E. teacher. I think he'll be OK for this year. No hugging, though.

At least we are on the downhill slide toward summer. This school year has been fairly pleasant so far, but with my thyroid hanging over my head, I have kind of lost my enthusiasm. Once I am through with Science Fair, and the End Of Course test for my juniors, I can relax a bit more. I do happen to have about 15 weeks of sick leave stored up. That's 75 days, people. School days.

Again...we'll see how it goes.