Another day, another dollar. The cold is taking its time working its way through my system, its such an energy sapping fecker. Got home yesterday evening after wandering up and down Henry Street looking for the Virgin shop that doesn't exist any more. I got vouchers for my birthday and wanted to use them up. The shop was there a few weeks ago, things move fast in the city. As I walked down the corridor to the apartment D barrelled past me with a quick hello/goodbye as she had to head home. When I got into the apartment, the place was reasonable tidy and herself was heading up town to meet someone to 'hang' with for a while.
The book list was sitting on the table, I'm sure the bank account can't wait for me to purchase them. I refuse to believe that she won't be allowed to particpate in class if she doesn't have her books. That is just ridiculous.
She headed up town and I did some housework and put the dinner on. It was a relaxing evening, though a bit odd without Mammy2 around. She didn't ring at all, but I'm assuming by the time she hit Montreal, she was wrecked and it was probably too late to ring the land line. Anytime the phone rings after 12 at night, there is this momentary flash of panic. When Mam was in the hospital, the bad phone calls always came later in the night. I hope Mammy2 will call today, it was strange being in the bed by myself. Whilst I am enjoying the alone time, I miss her loads already. Yes, I am a sap.
I have to get organising our holiday else we won't be going anywhere! We're gone for a week in 2 weeks time and I need to talk to my mates about taking turns with kid-stting. They're a great bunch of people and we would be lost without their support. We shall of course provide the holy water.
Not sure where we're going to go on holiday yet, we were supposed to be flying to Portugal but with all the plane crashes and my nervous disposition towards flying, I think we may be staying closer to home.
She wasn't in the best of form this morning, she was dying from period cramps. Excellent reason to skip PE, not that the PE teacher would recognise her anyway. She hates PE, then again what kids like it. I think they should really change the way PE is taught in schools. When I remember back to the PE classes I hated in secondary school, PE was a popularity contest and that was it. The girls who played basketball were picked for everything and we were left standing in the courts like wallflowers. Is it any wonder most kids hate it. They should make it more involved for kids, do things other then basketball and soccer. Anyhew, I shall get off my soapbox now.
The teacher that caused all the heartache last year isn't teaching her for any classes this year and still manages to find the kid in the corridor and haress her about the length of her skirt and her eye makeup. Is it this woman's sole purpose in life to make people feel like shit? Because if it is, she is doing a damn fine job. The kid rolled the skirt down a bit and that seemed to satisfy her. Apparently, the scangers, as the kid so affectionately refers to the other working class girls in the school as,
aren't as bad as last year, mainly because they realise she can draw. I'm not sure what it is about the kids's talent for all things arty but people seem in awe of it. And there's a cute girl in one of her classes, I guess she'll be attending that class fairly regularly. All in all, first day back and I can't complain. Lets see what sort of day today is when she actually has class.
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