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Sep. 10th, 2018 12:40 pmI had announced early in the year my intention to travel to Oxford and see the Tolkien exhibition, and we had agreed to attempt a family vacation in England because the kids are absorbing the BBC's children's programme and learning to speak actual English. But then with one thing and another, the summer holidays passed and we didn't make it. And then Jörg's rehab got finally approved of and he'll be away all through the fall holidays, putting an end to any plans we could've made for those two weeks. So it looked as if I'd have to pass up on that one. Boo.
Being a completely rational, understanding, fully functional adult human being, I accepted that because life is like that sometimes. But then Jörg asked "So when's your England trip again?" and I was like HELLO WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THIS IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN and he was like WELL I WAS JUST ASKING and I said WHY ARE YOU ASKING YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY WE CAN'T GO and he said WELL IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU CAN'T GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER and I was angry for a week or so. And then I decided that, being a fully functional adult human being, I'd just frickin' go on my own. My schedule as a part-time teacher fortunately features the gift of a completely free Friday (except last week, but... different story). With Jörg's rehab starting in two weeks and my parents being on vacation next weekend, that just left me... THIS weekend. Oops!
Now, this was a crazy week. As I mentioned (and will probably mention again) I got thrown in at the semi-deep end, having my own (semi-own) homeroom class of fifth-graders who, being new to the school, are entitled to a full week entirely under the wings of their homeroom teachers (one of whom, that's me, still finding her own feet). So instead of my laid-back part-time schedule, I was a full-time teacher from last Wednesday to this Wednesday. Oops again. Moreover, the were two parent-teacher conferences to deal with. In conclusion, from Monday to Wednesday I was inundated with responsible adult stuff and no time for dinner. Then on Thursday, I came home from school to pack my things and leave for the airport. And around 11 pm BST, the coach rolled into Oxford Gloucester Green Bus station with me on board. The hostel's reception was still (just barely) open, and there I was.
( And the rest goes under a cut. Caution: picture-heavy, proceed with care. )
Being a completely rational, understanding, fully functional adult human being, I accepted that because life is like that sometimes. But then Jörg asked "So when's your England trip again?" and I was like HELLO WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THIS IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN and he was like WELL I WAS JUST ASKING and I said WHY ARE YOU ASKING YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY WE CAN'T GO and he said WELL IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU CAN'T GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER and I was angry for a week or so. And then I decided that, being a fully functional adult human being, I'd just frickin' go on my own. My schedule as a part-time teacher fortunately features the gift of a completely free Friday (except last week, but... different story). With Jörg's rehab starting in two weeks and my parents being on vacation next weekend, that just left me... THIS weekend. Oops!
Now, this was a crazy week. As I mentioned (and will probably mention again) I got thrown in at the semi-deep end, having my own (semi-own) homeroom class of fifth-graders who, being new to the school, are entitled to a full week entirely under the wings of their homeroom teachers (one of whom, that's me, still finding her own feet). So instead of my laid-back part-time schedule, I was a full-time teacher from last Wednesday to this Wednesday. Oops again. Moreover, the were two parent-teacher conferences to deal with. In conclusion, from Monday to Wednesday I was inundated with responsible adult stuff and no time for dinner. Then on Thursday, I came home from school to pack my things and leave for the airport. And around 11 pm BST, the coach rolled into Oxford Gloucester Green Bus station with me on board. The hostel's reception was still (just barely) open, and there I was.
( And the rest goes under a cut. Caution: picture-heavy, proceed with care. )
