According to my calculations, with the extra class I give each day, I technically work 6 days a week. Why? Because our contract states that a "normal" day consists of teaching 5 periods, one more period per day would equal a 6th full day of work, right? Well, I also got to thinking about how during cross country (& track) season we have meets on Saturdays that eat up about 7 -8 hours of the day for me which would constitute a 7th day of work. Crazy, so I work 7 days in 6. Aren't I like breaking a commandment here or something? I feel like I am! The "cool" thing is last Sunday was pretty busy too. We had a stake bishopric meeting at 6:30 am, services from 9-12, tithing from 12:30-1pm & a stake disciplinary board from 1:30-4:30pm. So upon further reflection I consider that an "8th" day work week. Is that possible? The amazing thing about that was that we had our mutual Tuesday night, bishopric meeting Wednesday night, Temple Thursday night & adult "Sports night" activity Friday night. The next after noon the bishop calls me to ask if I was sore from the night before & I tell him the following, "I had to get up early to run at Griffith Park in LA with the XC team and I did the 2.9 mile "fun" (more like suicidal) run through all those SAND HILLS at 1pm on a scorching hot day. We had a beautiful view though, got a T-shirt and promised never to run a race like that again in my life. I was dying with all the dirt I'd inhaled. Anyway, what an adventure, I got home by 3 that Sat to enjoy some lovely family time shopping & eating...
So the 80s you might ask? What does that have to do with anything? Well, I told Pip today that the last time the Dodgers won a playoff series was 20 years ago.. You know no one I teach in high school was born in the 80s right (another marvelous fact)? Anyway so I remind Pip about one of those October nights in '88 when I got to stay up with dad to watch Game 1 of the World Series vs. the A's. When Kirk Gibson hit the homer to win the game, my dad & I were jumping up and down cheering in the living room of the green house on 431 Concord Ave in Monrovia, CA. All I remember is mom saying after that, "Shhhh! You're going to wake the girls up!" Pip, if you don't remember, it's probably 'cuz you didn't wake up that night. You were probably dreaming of your future husband or something. THE END.
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This is why I think being in the bishopric is more of a sentence than a calling. Remember back in the day when there was such a thing as "free time"? (and I'm only in young mens)
I Love this entry. You are a work-aholic, but you do it for a good cause and are a great supporter for your family. The 80's & 431 Concord Avenue were good days! The innocent days as you would call them. And,...I'm sure I did sleep sound that night although I'm not sure I was dreaming about Jefe yet.
C-Mac daddy . . . the website is called yearbookyourself.com. Anyway, what's up with the Bruins? On second thought, who cares. What's up with the Cougars! Say what!
This is the Cougs year, man. I've been talkin' w/ a byu alum at work (non-member) who lifted w/ Steve Young & was in his first year at the Y when they won it all in '83. He said he hadn't heard about the school almost a year before (until they came knocking at his door to offer him a wrestling scholarship)! He was so stoked. Anyway, he grew up here in Covina but keeps me up to date on Cougar football. Bronco's got them all on check and has turned the program around. It's their year (& definatley rebuilding time for the Bruins!)
Just reading that post made me tired. Nap time. Not because it was boring, of course, but because you seem sooooooo busy.
We are making our blog private. Can I get your email address so that I can add you to the list? You can send it to elisenorwood@yahoo.com, or put it on my blog if you feel comfortable.
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