Swirl of Home Sales and School and Stew

Super Lesbian, the owner, and the real estate agent just came over and looked at the place. She's making them an offer as we speak. I've got my fingers crossed.

I was also very civil to all parties. No matter how mad I get at someone, I can only grin and bear it. Actually, there's really no point in calling the real estate agent a lying bitch. She knows it, I know it, the world doesn't become any better if I say it out loud to her. It's not even like I yelled it into an ocean inside myself, either. Writing it out over the last few days has made me feel better. That's, frankly, why I blog.

I am yelling within myself at the fact that I've gone into the school three days in a row and the scheduling lady has not been there. All of my colleagues have found out what they're teaching because they've run into her, but I haven't. I've only heard rumors that I'll be teaching something other than just ninth graders. This is a disappointment, unless it means I'll have 7th period planning (coaching is very difficult without this). I was looking forward to being the only ENG I Honors teacher this year and doing a lot of what I want to do in there on my own. Instead, it looks like I'll be sharing the course with someone. This is a little selfish to feel this way, but I was pretty excited, and the opposite US History Honors teacher (who would get the same kids) and I had already planned a lot of co-curricular stuff. Now, all that will be for naught. And the kids will compare their work to the other teacher's work and complain to me that they're doing so much more in my class.

Either way, I want to know what I'm teaching so I can begin planning. I've already rearead A Lesson Before Dying and will have to re-read a bunch more books if I end up teaching a different course. I'm in the middle of Murukami's The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, and love it, but probably shouldn't be spending my time with that if I've got to teach new books for a course I'm not prepared for.

It was still neat to go into the school today, even if I didn't find the person I was looking for. The building is full of incoming ninth graders and that got me pretty excited about the upcoming school year. Lots of rumors are swirling - school is a hotbed of rumors - and so far I've heard that we're getting 2 new assistant principals, a new department head, and a new scheduling person. We've been sort on AP's for a couple of years since the big layoffs in 2003, so I'm very happy to hear this news.

Gotta go to the gym. I'm glad I don't work at the restaurant for a few days, because working at a fancy restaurant doesn't help the waistline much. In the last week, they've had this summer fish stew that is incredible. It's mostly good because smoked scallops - one of the best foods in the world - make up a big part of the ingredients. But the soup has cream in it and I'm sure all the ramikins of it I've eaten in the last week haven't been good for me. The chef also sent a container of it with me home the other day, and I just had it for lunch. So good, but probably so bad...