I was the inspector for the elections last Tuesday for the Primary in California. I knew one of the candidates, but he didn't win. It was a very light turnout and an easy, easy day. I had two other people working the precinct with me and they were both experienced and very nice. Too nice. I told them all my stories--you know all those stories that you pull out for strangers when you are stuck on an elevator. Little did I realize that I have a whole day's worth of "stuck on an elevator" personal stories. I ran into Marilyn at the gym today--I haven't spent any real time with her in four years, but she asked about Marisa and Adam--did Marisa have her baby, has Adam had his knee surgery, etc. Now I know one of Marilyn's daughters and I know that she has lots of other kids, but that's it. I had nothing to ask her. Finally I remember her daughter's name and asked how she was doing. Half way in, Marilyn mentioned her son graduating and I remembered that he was our prime suspect in the paint ball incident, so I didn't ask about him.
I have so much fun telling my stories to anyone and everyone, I forget who I've told. And next week I'll have a whole new crop of people who haven't heard all my losing weight stories. I told the lady at the beauty salon all about it this morning. She's thinking of weight watchers, but she doesn't want to start for two weeks. I told her how bummed I was that I waited two weeks to start my diet because I had just bought a new box of cookies. I was only allowed to eat two a day, but I didn't want to start my diet and waste those cookies, so I didn't start until the cookies were gone. Then when I started losing, I was kicking myself for not starting earlier. She said her problem with weight watchers is that you end up being obsessed with food. I said, that happens on a diet, big time. I was afraid of food. Unfortunately I have conquered my fear.
You see, way too much stream of consciousness going on after sitting in a room for fourteen hours with almost nothing to do. I tried to do sudoku, but the temptation to impress with my charming storytelling was just too much. I had such a great audience--they were really, really nice.
Oh well, this blog was supposed to be about my students. I spoil them so much. I did all the grades and three kids were just a few points away from the next grade up. I'm planning an extra field trip after the class is over, so I told them if they promised to attend I'd add points for the field trip (all three missed the trip to UCLA which garnered their fellow students with points). The trip is after school is over--they'll already have the grade. If I were them, it would be really hard to show up and I'm very responsible--these kids, not so much. I'm going to try to suspend my logical nature and give them the benefit of the doubt. Of course, I am a lawyer. There has to be some remedy if they renig. I'm going to cross that bridge when I come to it.
Ok, grades are done, clothes are all over the bed waiting to be stuffed into the suitcase, suntan lotion, check, gum, check, I'm ready. Darn that plane's not leaving for 18 more hours.