Tomorrow night I leave for a trip back home to Vermont to check in on things, to make sure everything is as it should be. Technically, it’s not as it should be, but soon enough it will be. It’s about to be a ridiculously stupid ride for a ridiculously indeterminate time, but with positive thinking and a whole lot of yelling obscenities at lymph nodes, we’ll be up and running in no time.
My students absolutely rock my world. They are so sweet and concerned and supportive. I have every reason to believe that next week during my absence they’ll be well-behaved and wonderful for the substitute and I can just be at home doing what I need to do without needing to worry about what’s going on. My school administrators are amazing and have insisted that I make this trip home for my own sense of well-being. My family, needless to say, is speechless with thanks.
So folks, it’s the shit end of the stick and there’s nothing thrilling about shit. Forgive my use of foul words, but at a time like this, there’s no need to make my language pretty. We’ve got some cancerous fuckers in a place they shouldn’t be and I’m going to spend all my energy making sure they don’t set up camp for very long, otherwise Ms. C’s gonna tell ’em what’s what. What’s up NOW, dawg? What’s up NOW?
So…..that’s the short of it. The long of it is still not entirely understood and I’ll relay it when I know it. For now, I’m coming home for a week and will be with my families. I’m charged and ready to go into battle, balls (if I had them) to the wall, and armed with a plethora of fabulous foul words ready to be aimed and fired at the appropriate targets.
The first time around, I did it all wrong. Not that I ever wanted a second chance at fighting bullshitmotherfuckingcancer but this time I’m in it to win it.
(And also it appears I’m in it to use a lot of metaphors and cliches. I hope—-for your sake—- things improve on all fronts or else this going to turn into one shameful blog.)