I am nominating my former boss for sainthood.

Some people know about my dilemma with the Tyler Independent School District and my missing evaluation that I need to be certified in CA. At first they basically told me they couldn’t find it, period. As you can imagine I did not settle for that. Furthermore, they found a summary of it that had a mistake on it! So it looked like an error. Well, I finally gave up and went to the human resources director and when I could get no resolution went directly to the superintendent. Then I last got a letter saying that Dr. Hayes could not remember changing something. So I wrote the Doc. He explained that he could not remember all of it but that he had asked them to send it to him and he would look at it. That was the last I heard.

Today an envelope arrived. In it were copies of BOTH my evaluations. One looked worse for wear—I finally saw why. It was a faxed copy from the high school where Dr. Hayes now works. Not only was the mistake gone, but when they sent it to him, he redid it with ALL “Exceeds Expectations” marks. I have never had anything like that. He made me look like the perfect teacher. There was his scribbled handwriting, raising all my levels on every blank part to the highest level a teacher can achieve—which is very unheard of. I think he would nominate me for teaching awards if he could.

And it is funny because when the district saw that I am sure they turned over in their non existent graves. But what could they say!

Anyone have any trouble seeing why I want to work for him again. UGH! What a dilemma! If only he would come here or God would someday being us back together. To make matters more complicated, he told me that his journalism teacher is contemplating retirement. I wonder what I would do if faced with the decision. Someday I want to work for him again. Guess I will pray. Anyway, the evaluation dilemma is fixed and I look like Super Teacher. He is my biggest teaching fan. It is great timing that I got this today and tomorrow he will get a GIANT (over a pound) dark chocolate bar in the mail from me. Mutual admiration society.

Just came in from Ballet Class #1 on Tuesdays. It is interminably BORING thus far. It WON’T be, but even though half of it is intermediate level, she has started at the beginning. After three classes we finally learned ARM POSITIONS today. I wanted to SCREAM!!!!!! Again, I realize how good Shachah was. The differences are astounding. Major wow!

Well, I have to run to Trader Joe’s before Ballet Class # 2 (the challenging one) and get some of these really good fiber muffins I found there Saturday. At some point I have to see how much money I have after my bill paying spree—I just added another.

I feel like I have a secret.

So tomorrow is church (YAY). Thursday I will skip ballet. If we were dancing I would not, but it is so slow for a while and absences don’t count against me. Terry is coming over Thursday night and I have not yet had a chance to clean or anything so that will give me a break.

I suppose I have to get in the car and take the CD off “repeat” as I know could probably write my own chord chart for the blasted song! It didn’t leave my head all day! It is the only thing I have listened to on all my drives today. I am working on choreography for it instinctively. I am at a point where moves just come to songs—I love that! I will probably never dance this anywhere but I so love the song that I have to have it for me.

Okay, time to go get on tights, a leotard and all that fun junk. Today I sat in my class while they tested and I re-sewed on the elastics of my very first ballet shoes. They are much maligned, but close to my heart. I have a different pink pair that is probably two years old, but they are not like my first Blochs, so I updated these and wore them today and will tonight. I am a ballet sap. Duh.

The weather was very cool today. I froze this morning at work. And then I remembered, oh yeah, I am in California, it actually gets chilly in September. Imagine that. It is so nice not to get in your car and drip sweat.

I don’t want to be a flower that wilts.