I overheard the best conversation in the IDC on Tuesday.
Many of you know our first grade friend, Sophia (but if you don't, go visit her in Emily's room). I popped into the IDC to check on the ducks but Mrs. Plihall told me that Mr. Smalley (our librarian) had them visiting classrooms. Sophia overheard the conversation and began asking Mrs. Plihall some questions. This is how the conversation went: Sophia-"Where is the mother duck?" Mrs. Plihall-"On the farm!" Sophia, looking perplexed and after a brief pause to think-"You took her eggs?" Me, inside my head-(Uh oh!) Sue-"These are special ducks for school!" Sophia, now extremely suspicious just kind of stares at Sue as if Sue has committed a crime. I got the heck out of the IDC because I didn't want my name associated with stealing eggs from a mother duck.
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As you know by now, I truly value the power of words. But, yesterday your actions spoke louder than any words could have. I was trying to plan the perfect way to tell you that I was leaving while making sure you knew that my reason had nothing to do with not being at this place you all of you. When I walked out of the room and you clapped, it truly melted my heart. Thank you for supporting me and for being understanding. And, know that it is has been one of my greatest joys to be the principal here.
Now, don't worry, my blog posts for the rest of the year won't be this mushy! Thank you all for your support, kind words and actions and for all of your love. Love is an intervention. Saturday was skydiving day for Rocco and me. It was his 18th birthday present. I thought I was a really awesome mom because he wanted me to do it with him and I said yes. Then, I realized a few things about myself:
1-I'm older than I think I am. 2-I have a unique ability to not worry about things that are potentially very dangerous until I'm in the middle of doing them. 3-Once I set my mind to something you can't talk me out of it. I do not think that these are good qualities. Here is my skydiving story. Zero Stars—-DO NOT RECOMMEND! If someone said you have to go skydiving or give up all of your worldly possessions and live in the street for the rest of your life, I would pick the latter. Here’s what happened. I jumped out of a plane at 11,500 feet. I free fell at 120mph for about 40 seconds. That was scary but not the worst part. When the parachute opened there was about 5 seconds of thinking “WOW!” Then my instructor asked me to grab the handles to control the shoot. I reached up and grabbed them. Then he said, “do you want to make a 360 turn so you can see the view?” In my head I thought “no!” But before I could answer he said, “pull the right handle” and we start spinning. That’s when I started to feel nauseous. Then for the rest of the ride to earth I was desperately trying not to throw up on the poor man I was attached to. I had to close my eyes to help with the motion sickness and dry heaved all the way to the ground. After I landed, the people had to make me sit on the couch and attached me to a pulse ox machine. I couldn’t even drive home. Thank god Rococo can drive. When I got home I laid under a weighted blanket and took Xanax. The end. |
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