Jesus Peanut Butter Cups!

That it is my new favorite interjection. A couple of weeks ago a guy wearing one of those shirts cut us off in traffic, so I yelled, "Jesus peanut butter cups, did you see that?!"

I started to write a post with the same title detailing all the debauchery that occurred at my school's end of year party last night, but I think it would reflect badly on many of my coworkers, and also on me for being so gossipy about their adultery, drunken grinding, arrest histories, etc. Really, if you don't know the people it would be boring to read about anyway. It warms my heart, though, to think of the reaction the parents of Rich Suburban Elementary would have, considering they have treated it as their own private Christian day school all year. I know certain parents didn't enjoy me because, in the words of one mom I strongly dislike, I come across as cold. What they don't realize is that those bubbly happy teachers the parents all seem to want because they make learning fun - those are the same ones grinding up on the loser Matthew McConaughey-esque douche bag at the lake party. And they are the same ones that let the kids color all morning because they are hungover. Jesus peanut butter cups, I am glad to be rid of that place.

I visited my new room at the ghetto school yesterday. Sadly, it has avocado green below the chalkboards, wood paneling above them, and a limey yellow color on the walls. It makes me a tad suicidal just looking at it. They are coming to do construction on one wall this summer, which means it will probably have a fourth color in the mix then. I wish I didn't know how much it sucks to paint, because otherwise I totally would. And the desks don't match. They are different colors and heights. I'm a little Bree from Desperate Housewives about all this.

Seven days from now we will be on a plane to Hawaii!