After tutoring Gr 9 maths to my one and only external student I returned home. Waiting for me in the fridge was a large dish of custard slices which i had made on Saturday night. I couldn't resist. Here is some wisdom: do not eat a custard slice and practice a drum dance with lots of shimmies and a veil. I managed to not lose my slice although it seriously felt like it would emerge (don't go into the light) and instead analysed the DVD of the dance and typed up the choreography. My husband had arrive home from work and passed out on the bed (heat exhaustion), so I went to the shops by myself to purchase groceries in order to make dinner. I think he was quite disappointed when I returned with chicken salad for supper. His revenge was terrible though. My only white shirt (which I might point out I looked for for about 2 months as I have a rather large chest so struggle with button ups) decided to become pink. There was absolutely no red items washed with it, yet it still became ... pink. I have to admit, ashamedly, I did cry. My husband felt bad or at least feigned it very well - but I do believe he was genuinely sorry for putting my white shirt in the machine.
I slept. I don't usually sleep well, but I do believe last night I slept with very little disruptions.
This morning I managed to get up only 10 mins after my alarm went off. It's the inter house school gala today and if anyone knows me they'll know I don't do sports. Never have and only will if my future children have a passion for them. Otherwise I'm all about dancing. In general I abhor sports day and galas etc. and today has been no exception. I see no point in me sitting in the small spot of shade allocated for staff and parents watching thin and fit girls perform feats of breath control and muscle power of which I could only dream. I remember sports day was always about dressing up in a colour that never suits you, finding a prime spot in the shade and never leaving it, and screaming yourself hoarse so that I'd get an unwanted lecture from my mom about protecting your vocal chords and a visit to the doctor for heat-stroke, sun-stroke and laryngitis. And of course there was the body paint that would come off, then you realise your friend wrote on you with permanent marker, and the phrase wasn't exactly something you would ever want tattooed onto your body.
Of course the "inter house" part has always been fun as well. My team always used to be the top team in the school until I got to the school. This is not my fault as I don't take part in any of the races or whatever you call them, if I did it'd be even worse.
So now as a teacher I wear my only green piece of clothing I own (a dress that is majority black anyway), sit there and smile when someone I know walks past.
I've snuck away now under the guise of "I'm doing important things in the lab".
But I don't think I'll be missed, especially seen as how one of the teachers asked me if I was here to watch my child swim. Firstly, I'm not old enough to have a child at high school and secondly, I've been teaching here for longer than she has!
I'm waiting for the news that I can go home. I'll write again tomorrow.
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