In my class, children, we talk about all kinds of things.
                    I hope you're ready, because I know I am!

Keep your voice down, and don't look at me. I'm hiding.

What am I hiding from? Nothing really. I'm just trying to keep a low profile and keep my mind off of what tomorrow is -- the first day of school.

This is a tradition for me. I spend all day in bed, reading books, maybe watching TV, I don't answer the phone, I don't go anywhere, I just try to enjoy my last day before "The Storm." So don't worry.

What is there to worry about? Nothing, but there's no telling what might set me off. I could just drop everything and row my little rowboat around the world. Who knows?

And now that you know, get lost. I've got just a few hours left to myself and I'm not going to let you spoil it.

Have a good day!

It's hard to believe that a new school year is just one week away, that children are anxiously waiting to meet their new teachers and get back in touch with old friends, that maintenance crews are putting on the final touches of fresh paint and floor wax, and that I'm sitting here and haven't even thought about how I'm going to arrange my room this year.

I've got to somehow get it into my little brain that Summer is over and it's time to re-join the real world.

I didn't really enjoy how my room was set up last year, and I think I know what I need to do. I need to put my desk behind all those precious children -- instead of in front of them -- so it will be a lot easier to sneak up on them and see what they're trying to hide from me. When my desk is in front of them, they can see me coming a mile away.

Not that any of my precious students would ever do anything bad, but sometimes I get that adorable rogue who thinks it's his job -- most of the times they're boys -- to push the limits of my happy smiles.

(Just between you and me -- whenever I lose my happy smiles, I wait until the children go out to recess, stick my face in my purse and cuss up a storm. I must admit there's something therapeutic about saying things out loud that would have gotten me slapped into next Thursday if I'd have said them in from of my mother. I would have gotten slapped just thinking of them.)

Anyways, there will be no foul language today. Today is a good day. Today is the next to last Sunday of Summer Break. I think I'm gonna cry.

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Two more weeks before school starts and I have absolutely nothing to wear. Let me rephrase: I have clothes, but they don't fit like they did last year, the styling is old, and besides, how can anyone start a "new year" without something new?

I think what I'm going to need is some snazzy blouses, maybe five or six, and some hot pink, orange and green pants to get me started. There's nothing like using a lot of color to open up a kid's eyes.

When it comes to style, I may not be the stylish teacher on campus, but boy do I know how to make some heads turn. Especially when I wear my green striped pants and my yellow polka-dot blouse -- not to mention my maroon pumps. And when you add my blue hair into the mix, I'm a sight not too many people can forget.

Yessiree! I just love clothes. The only thing I love more than clothes is shopping for clothes. I could spend all day at the mall. I think if they would let me, I'd find a bench and sleep all night there as well. Just the thought of being there when all the stores slowly come to life -- well, it gives me goosebumps just thinkking about it. The only problem is mall security would think I'm homeless and send me to some shelter where the people there have no clothes sense at all.

Yessiree! Two more weeks to buy all I need for an entire year. And I guarantee those will be the best two weeks of my summer.

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Well boys and girls, another summer vacation is quickly coming to an end. If you haven't done everything you wanted to do, now is the time to start thinking of doing it. And remember, keep notes because you WILL be turning in an essay about it.

As for me, I recently bought a Harley cruiser and I'm going to hit the road. I plan to participate in the Iron Butt long-distance riding rally. That's where you ride 1,000 miles in 24 hours, turn in a log of your journey, and get a certificate and lapel pin that deems your butt as being made of iron.

Not every person who tries to participate in the rally finishes, but I believe I have an advantage. I'm a teacher and have a huge butt just made for sitting for long amounts of time.

I promise to keep a record of my adventure, and I will tell you all about it during the next school year. I may even use my adventure as a teaching tool to help you learn how to calculate miles per hour, miles per gallon, map reading skills, identification of squashed bugs, and much, much more.

Yes indeed, This is going to be an exciting year. I just can't wait.

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Mrs. Blanchard
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