Thursday evenings are probably my least favorite all week. Why, you may ask? The first reason is that they are not Friday nights, but they're so close that nothing I can do to dress them up even makes a dent. The second reason is that they're my only over-night turn-around for school (so grading and grading and grading is usually the theme for the night). Add to that the amazing amount of sleep I haven't had this week, and there are the makings of a very grouchy, tired, and *not fit for human company* me.
Enter my *Secret Sib* At Veritas, we do a staff-wide trade of names, and it's our job to encourage and treat the name we draw. I like to DO this: it's anonymous and caring and can be very fun. It can also be timely: like today. Today was the kind of day when things don't necessarily go all wrong, but nothing seems to go just right either. Too many students with excuses rather than homework, an achy-lupus day when going up the stairs made me want to cry, colleagues with projects laid out in weird places, too many non-VCA people in our building (maintenance and such), and then a water-interruption that meant taking a long break so we could all go across the pond and use a restroom.
At the end of this very long, not-so-lovely day, there was this pretty bag with my name on it. Inside this pretty bag was a new journal, a nice note, a small bar of ocean breeze soap, and an ocean breeze fizzy ball for the bath. Now, I cannot tell you the last time I actually took a long, hot bath--but there is definitely one in my near future. . . maybe I'll take the seventh graders' drafts in there and make this Thursday night a little bit better . . . :)
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