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Still on Spring Break which seems like it's taking forever, and even though I still haven't done (or started) my science project yet, I'm totally itching for school to just START AGAIN ALREADY. Did I mention here that I decided to go for my Masters? I think I only put that on my blog. Anyway, yeah. No finishing for me until I have my Masters. This idea was put into my head when I heard from my son that his school district was handing layoff notices to over 720 teachers. Granted, most likely "only" 300 or so will be actually laid off. However this is still quite a load of teachers. My son didn't even have an English teacher for the first FEW WEEKS of school, this in the richest school in this very rich district, and that specific teacher will be one of them sure to go. So I'm pretty angry about it, overall. But regarding my own future job, even though I still think I'd like to teach high school, getting my masters and teacher junior college will get me at least $10,000-$20,000 a hear more. With not much more school. And less chance of getting a layoff notice, something I at least don't ever have to worry about at my current job. So there ya go. I graduate with my AA in 14 more months, so one step at a time. Back to Proud to be a Mom stories. I just remembered that it wasn't actually Spike who told me about the layoffs, but he was sitting behind me as I read about them on the computer. Then I read that students at some of the 12 schools in the district were planning a walkout to protest the layoffs. Thinking this was not only right up Spike's alley, but that he very likely instigated the district-wide walkup entirely by himself, I whirled around in my chair and glared at him. "Are you planning to walk out of class tomorrow?" I demanded of him. "What? No! NO Mom! I'm NOT!" I glared harder. "MOM! I'm AGAINST the walkout! I even wrote about it in my blog!" So I looked it up. And sure enough, my son the F student actually wrote this long editorial, mispellings and all, about how the kids should stay in class because the schools would lose more money if the kids weren't there, and that if they really supported the teachers they would stay in class and pay attention in school. Awwww..... The funny thing is I could just picture Spike sitting in class all by himself with his hands folded on his desk, looking bright and alert and paying attention to the teacher, Good ole' F-student Spike, while all the other kids walked out. ***** So then last night I was sitting in the other chair while Spike was playing on the computer. I looked up and saw he was on a screen that said PETA.COM and he was filling out some form with his name and address. "What are you doing, Spike?" I asked. "I'm joining Peta," said my steak-loving, leather wearing son. "Why?" "Because I saw a video on the internet of these kids torturing a racoon and disembowling it while it was still alive and I just think that's wrong, and I wrote a big long letter about it, and someone told me I could join Peta and help the animals." AWWWWWWW!!!!!! ***** I got home the other day and Buffy was totally screeching about how Spike had thrown an apple at her head and not only is that DANGEROUS and HURT her but it made her HAIR STICKY and what was I going to DO ABOUT IT?????? I said I would like a chance to at least get a drink of water before I had to listen to screeching and then she started shreiking about how I NEVER do anything to Spike, and it's not FAIR and not RIGHT because she could have gotten really HURT and also don't forget her STICKY HAIR!!!! So in walks Spike. "Hi Mom. Love you!" and gives me a hug. "MOM WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO HIM! I'M SERIOUS!!!!!" "Okay Spike," I said, "Why did you throw an apple at Buffy?" "Because she threw it at me first and hit me in the back and really hurt me." Me: "...grumble-mumble..." Me: "Buffy, you hit Spike with the apple first?" Buffy: "Oh. Um. Oh yeah. Well... Heh. Yeah." And she turned around and went back to her homework. I just love 13 year old girls, don't you? Not. ***** I hope everyone has a very very Happy Easter!
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