Finally

I finally have more than 30 seconds to sit at my computer. I had this entire thing planned in my head to rant about the stupidness of the uproar over the Obama speech, but now I can't seem to work up the energy to write it out. I'm so tired of hearing about it. If you don't want your President (and if you live in the US, he is YOUR President, regardless of whether you voted for him) to encourage your children to stay in school and work hard, then fine. Keep them out of school for the day. That'll show HIM, won't it? Keep your child out of school, allow him or her--force him or her even--to miss an ENTIRE day of instruction to avoid a 30-minute speech. Encourage that sense of patriotism and citizenship that's so strong in our youth today. Go ahead, parents! Show that socialist in the White House!!!

ok, rant off. Seriously. Get over it. There are so many more things to worry about.

In other news, last night was horrible. Just...awful. I was SO excited for our first football game--which was also, incidentally, my first football game as the color guard instructor--excited and nervous and so exhausted that I was running on pure adrenaline. Just as we got lined up to march out to the stadium, we got word that there was a rain delay. About 2 seconds later, a couple of the deans came in and said that they had to bring people in from the stadium, and they were bringing them into the band building. Whee. They proceeded to usher in BOTH cheerleading teams (did I mention whee?) and about 50 spectators, who crowded in with my guard, and things only went downhill from there.

The game didn't start until after 9 pm, almost 2 hours later than its original 7:30 start time. The band left after half time, thankfully, but I still didn't get home until after 12:30, and I have been absolutely dragging all day long. Charlotte stayed at my mom's last night, so even though I missed her terribly, I did get to sleep in a little.

I got up this morning all ready to start grading the 150 or so essays I brought home...only to discover that I did not in fact bring them home. Le sigh. Have some Moo.