Too Much to Do!

Current mood: crazy

Okay, so I'm remembering this stand up comic who was talking about how once he got famous, he lost his edge with the homies. Jokes like "Man, ain't going through escrow a BITCH?!" were not exactly reaching his hiphop-brotha demographic.

I feel a little bit the same way. I would love for you all to understand and feel sorry for me (but I truthfully don't expect it) when I say...Kids, ain't going through escrow a BITCH?!

Don't you think that someone could have told me I'd need to send the mortgage lender a copy of my Social Security card? Who knows where the hell that is? I sure don't. For all I know, one of the cleaning ladies took off with it and gave it to her cousin Juan as a Christmas gift.

Oh, and they need my November and December bank statements. Check it, I found EVERY SINGLE MONTH EXCEPT NOVEMBER. That's right, after ransacking my apartment for hours, I found every single one except one of the ones I needed (yeah, that little repetition was intentional). And they asked for my 2002 and 2003 W-2s. Were we supposed to keep those? Hehe. Just kidding on that one! I actually had them.

Anyway, due to the bank statement snafu, this deal may or may not close. Let's just say that, when my realtor called me today to ask how things were going, I didn't mention any of the above.

In addition to the closing on the condo, I am very busy at work. It's the end of the semester. This is the time of year when desperate students start concocting desperate plans to raise their grade. It's crazy-making, that's what it is. Sometimes I have to field parent phone calls asking for a "list of missing work and a description of each assignment", sometimes I have mini-mountains of "make up work" that I was too soft-hearted not to accept.

Right now, I have a student who owes me hours of detention and is missing or has failed 17 assignments. He's Emotionally Disturbed, so I've cut him probably more leeway than at any time in my 12 year teaching career. Starting today, he is to come for an hour after school to do his detention. This means, unfortunately, that I, too, have detention. Know what I mean? Anyway, if he shows up for detention all this week, I will accept his makeup work. One slip, and hello summer school! He came today and it went pretty well, so we'll see.

I still have plenty of papers to grade, and will have a mountain more tomorrow when the kids' Persuasive Essays come in. See how tired I am? I ended a sentence with a preposition!