Stressed!!

Praise God for Carrot Cake Cupcakes.

The month of May is so bittersweet. I've gotten more comfortable at TWCP and therefore reached out and gotten to know kids. I feel a lot more sentimental about graduation than I have in the past two years...so hopefully I won't be all weepy the day of. I will miss alot of these kiddos and wish them well.

May is so damn busy it's not even funny. Awards night, jeez it's crazy. Graduation isn't that bad. I've collected 6.25 million in verifiable scholarships that the kids have earned this year...stupid TWHS has 7.9. I don't know how. To put it in perspective we have 540 graduates, they have almost 900, so we really do have more money. I still think they inflate their numbers. As a whole, we will have the highest per kid ratio. It's truly amazing. I thought we would have 4 if we were lucky.

I'm a little nuts because of a weird dream about Eric that I had. (see WTF post below) It was totally PG-13, but it still bothers me to have a dream about someone else's husband, even if I've known him since birth...and 16 years longer than she has.

Totally crushing hard at school. Cutie coach...probably doesn't even know my name, but he's a doll. I know he isn't married, but I'm sure he has a girlfriend. Oh well. I am starting to have to avoid him because I'm getting that weird hot ear thing when he's around.

I'll be SOOOO glad when awards night is done next week. I swear it's going to be the end of me. It's a great night for the kids, but it's a lot of undue stress.

I have to move to a portable for the next year...which will suck. But we are getting a new building and I saw the architects drawings of my office....AMAZING!!! I'm going to put up with it only because I won the lottery with that new office...as long as it doesn't change. :o)

I got nominated by the seniors for most influential teacher/administrator. I really wish that they would split that category up. Then maybe I would have a chance. :o) I really think Smith will win, but it was pretty sweet to get nominated. I didn't tell any of the counselors for fear of ridicule. They love me, but I'm sure that one of them would have something smart to say about it. Oh well.

Off to microwave the dinner...and work on awards night. One day I will blog about the date from hell a few weeks back. This would all be better if the cutie coach would notice me...in a good way.