Set me free, why don’t you, babe?

So I went to school this afternoon to put away some books and hang up some decorations I’d bought for my classroom. It was a little late in the day, but I figured I could get a few things done and then go back later in the week to finish up if need be.

Ron can tell you how easily I lose track of time when I’m working on something that interests me, so I wasn’t very surprised when I glanced up at the clock in my room and noticed it was 5 p.m. — 15 minutes past the time the office was supposed to close. I’d seen a lot of cars in the parking lot when I pulled in, so I figured somebody would still be hanging around, and maybe several somebodies.


By the time I packed up my stuff, put away the project I was working on, and locked up my room, it was 5:10, and the building was devoid of human life (aside from yours truly). I noticed chains on the front door as I walked past, but I didn’t think much of it until I got to the door that leads to the teachers’ lot and realized that it was chained up, too.

Undaunted, I wandered the halls until I found a door that appeared to be open. I pushed on it, and it opened … about six inches. Evidently the last guy out had left through this door and chained it from the outside.


I didn’t have my new principal’s number (probably a blessing — I don’t think he’s figured out yet that I’m kind of an idiot sometimes, and I’d just as soon keep that information from him as long as possible), so I called one of our assistant principals, who was gracious enough not to laugh at my predicament. She assured me that she would find someone to rescue me and told me to make myself comfortable while I waited.

I bought a bottle of cold water from a vending machine and settled in to wait. Within minutes, the assistant principal had tracked down a custodian who lives nearby and advised her of my situation. The custodian, who is technically on vacation this week, was gracious enough to make a special trip to school just to let me out.

I think I’ll put her name on one of those jars of honey in the cabinet. It’s the least I can do to thank her for rescuing me from the less-than-thrilling prospect of spending a night on the couch in the faculty lounge….


Aug. 3 Daybook


For today…

Outside my window… methinks the free-ranging dogs in the neighborhood got to someone’s trash before the garbage truck arrived. Fortunately, they didn’t drag any of it into our yard….
I am thinking… that I really need to figure out where I put the information about my teaching certificate so I can make sure it doesn’t need to be renewed right away.
From the classroom… heading out to pick up an extension cord for my Route 66 party lights and a roll of packing tape to put up posters.
I am thankful for… my animals.
From the kitchen… string cheese for breakfast again.
I am wearing… jeans, Crocs and a Get Fit Tulsa T-shirt.
I am reading… a lot of papers that are scattered about my office and need to be organized.
I am hoping… to finish Dawn’s menu today so I can get that project off my plate.
I am creating… the aforementioned menu.
I am praying… to overcome the idea that right activity could result in pain.
Around the house… clutter that really needs to be picked up.
One of my favorite things… my Barack Obama calendar. Because I’m just patriotic like that. (Hey — who you callin’ “fangirl”?)
A few plans for the rest of the week… menu layout, maybe a trip to Illinois.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you…


Two cute guys. If you look closely, you can see Riggy sticking his tongue out. Funny little dog….