Oct 11, 2006

a poorly disguised plea for sympathy

This is one of those posts where I tell you about my day, and you say, "Hmm," or "That's tough," or "Suck it up, nobody made you."

Onward.

Doughnuts at 6:45. I dropped one box on the seat, losing one (and a pile of sugar) to the floor. Drive to the...

School at 7:05. Walk to the...

Copy room at 7:10. Run to the...

Staff meeting at 7:15. Safety, announcements, nothing new. Dash to the...

Debate meeting at 8:00. Ten new recruits, and the team stands at nearly fifty. Fifty! This is more than double last year's contingent. It's intimidating. Even with a little attrition, we could have forty debaters this year. Get ready for...

Class from 8:30 on. Case crafting in Debate, character and conflict in 9th, debate preparation in 11th. Plug in to...

Enter grades at 1:45. Cram in errands until...

Debate practice at 2:45. New events for new people, a trip to the library to find scripts. (Anyone with a fresh, winning idea for an HI, Dual Interp, or DI is encouraged to comment.) Life lesson: I don't impersonate Stitch for free. Jet to...

Home for dinner at 4:45. Chit-chat with my lovely wife, who is lying on our lovely sofa watching the end of Love Actually. Love Actually is a Christmas movie. Drive back to...

A parent meeting for Debate at 7:00. We--Melissa is my unofficial assistant coach--return home at 8:30 to finish some schoolwork and write this post.

Still, there's all the things I missed.

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