it can never be jello

It's over and it isn't. No break. Good? Didn't cry, no time, and numb nine hours after 2 a.m. coffee. So numb I forgot to hand out report cards and had to chase corybantic children all over campus trying to stuff them in their backpacks. The report cards, not the children! Did I mention NO BREAK? (Lunch doesn't count. Nothing but shut-eye counts.) Meeting for summer (teaching) job = Here are your room assignments, do what you will. I thrive under flexible direction; this is going to be good. Patrick Skene Catling, Andrew Clements, and Chris Van Allsburg - what more could I ask to teach? Oh yeah, there's math too. We'll be hitting the bar (graphs) hard.

Willows fare: butter mochi plus custard pie AND creme brulee. You'd think I'd be satisfied with one or the other, but alas, I'm insatiable like that.

Dr. N says thirty bucks an hour is standard for private tutoring. Former almost-boss offered me an "afterschool" job last year that would have paid Dr. N's suggested rate, so I know she's not making it up. Still and all, there is an outrageous ring to $30/hr for anything that doesn't involve complimentary fuzzy slippers and chocolate dipped strawberries. So I cut that in half and added ten percent, arriving at $18/hr which is inconvenient as far as cash goes but still, I think, fair. Besides, I'll take a check with a valid driver's license. :P

I've now been at work (I tell you, lunch doesn't count) for over twelve hours. Time to skedaddle ...