Well, day 2 with no rest because of the intense noise from the water-sucking machines. Earplugs, pillow over the head... I was so tired at work I was on the verge of making a mistake on the yearbook (which is a bit complicated). Happily, I managed to muster my 4 brain cells in time. Tiff was back from Australia and brought me a T shirt. Rosanne told me she is going to go to Italy next winter and won't work at the school, so I told her - to help her know she'd made the correct decision - that the board made her employment contingent upon me. That is, if I had decided not to go back they wouldn't have given her a contract. Since I'm not quite ready to starve to death in the gutter I'd said I was going back. The BIA is coming to meet with the school reforn committee, three-fourths of which have decided not to extend their careers in our direction next year. Tiff is running around shoring things up out of milk-horse conditioning, and I said to her, "Tiff! You don't work here!" I am being Zen-like as usual about the strange goings-on at school. I've been there since 1990 - I've been there longer than anyone else. School has always been very supportive of me, and it's been a very interesting experience. As I told Rosanne, though, that's my experience and others have decidedly different opinions on things.
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