Another year has passed at the Frogdancer house and I’m having a really lovely day. Well, considering I have to come into work and all.
I woke up to these in the kitchen from Evan20:
He stayed up really late to get these done. What a good boy! The funny thing was that he was reading from the recipe that he had to grease the muffin tray with melted butter, so I came out of the bedroom to get a peppermint tea just in time to see him putting globs of cake mix into lakes of melted butter. I was so dubious about how these would turn out, but they were delicious! He made buttercream icing and it was the best icing I’ve had in a long time. Truly decadent.
I got up early, thanks to Poppy and Scout and their insatiable need to greet the dawn, and I put together a Moroccan chicken tagine in the slow cooker, so I can get to Tai Chi in time tonight. I gave myself the gift of being organised.
Driving into work I had the latest ‘Welcome to Nightvale’ podcast to listen to. (By the way, has anyone else heard the last episode of ‘Belinda Blinked 3’ yet?!? (My Dad Wrote a Porno.) Most amazing plot twist ever.)
I walked into the staffroom and there was a bunch of flowers on my desk. 🙂 Our pocket of the staff room is nicknamed ‘The Danger Zone’ and we have the best people sitting here. They also arranged this card:
Yes, I’m a Survivor tragic – I’ve seen every single episode ever made and I just love it. I’m convinced that if I was to ever play, my social game would be amazing but I’d be absolutely useless in the challenges. Still, a girl can dream…
My first class was period 2, upstairs with the year 7s. Both of my classes were there, so I walked through a crowd of kids wishing me a happy birthday. Charlotte gave me this chocolate and they tunefully yodeled the ‘Happy Birthday to You’ song before they settled down to work on their essays. On the way downstairs after class, Ayel gave me the cupcake.
I have 3 periods of teaching today. I’ve scheduled all 3 periods to be year 7 essays. I’ve told the kids that they’re giving me the gift of absolute silence and perfect essays (meaning FAR less correction time for me) for my birthday. Let’s hope they follow directions on the essays. End of term correction is a HUGE time-swallower for English teachers.
People on Facebook would have seen what happened after lunch. A couple of my year 12 students from last year wished me a happy birthday and in the convo that followed I mentioned that I’d made timtam fudge for the staff. They were onto it immediately. “Where are you period 5?” “Can we come up to the school to get some?” “We’ll be right there!” I was expecting them just to walk in and have some fudge, but they didn’t arrive empty-handed. I had a surprise birthday cake. 🙂
After school David23 and I went and bought him a car. His was written off a couple of weeks ago when he was rear-ended. Then I went home, had a revivifying nanna nap and went to my Tai Chi class.
All in all, a wonderful day!
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