Thursday, June 8, 1995
A few handwritten notes at lunch before leaving for home and then Grandpa’s memorial service.
Music flows from the quad loudspeakers, as it does every lunch: a seventies motown ballad, Green Day, Mexican banda music, heavy metal, rap, pop. A mix. Like our students.
I accepted Bruce’s offer of room 38 for next year. I’ll begin taking apart my class next week for the move (the two juniors in 4/4H can help since they have to be here even though the seniors will have departed... Dead Week). The move will take place the week after school lets out. From my new enclave in 38, I will become SeniorMan, teaching 4H, 4, and 12 (if June gets her way... she wants us to divide the exiting Lead’s two sections of 4’s). This coincides with the new adjunct duty I’ve received from Brad: Senior class advisor. SeniorMan (as Frankie had been SeniorWoman fifteen years ago). The change in preps kind of excites me. I almost like it... I can definitely live with it. I guess I’ll be back.
I definitely sound like it.
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