Are we there yet?

I think the actual number of school days left in this exceedingly long and painful school year is around 36.  That number is a good number, it's divisible by 2, 3, 4, 6, 9, 12, and 18.  I like it.  The first number doubled is the second number.  They are pretty together.  I really like the number 36. 

But, that's a lot of days!  It should go fast though, seeing as how we only have one full week of teaching this week and the rest of the weeks are like speckled with little special end of year events like CAREER DAY!!! and many other less exciting things.  Actually, if I'm right, there may only be 6 more mondays in the school year. 

This weekend has been rough.  Early Friday morning Rodney and I left to go back down to Houston for a quick trip.  The Klein ISD job fair was Saturday and I wanted to be there.  We had an awesome time meeting up with my long-lost friend Natali Friday night.  Then, Saturday I trekked over to the job fair.  I was immediately intimidated when I pulled up to the huge high school and the parking lot was nearing full.  I was shocked.  Then, after fighting my way through 2000 applicants, actually scored three separate interviews with junior high schools.  

I hope they were as impressed with me as I was with all of them.  I have always said that I have been lucky in life to meet some amazing mentors and teachers, and Saturday was no exception to that.  I came across some people that would be just wonderful to work with.  I will so miss my friends and support system at Piner, but felt that I would be welcomed onto any of those campuses with open arms.  We'll just have to wait and see where this road leads us. 

I then spent Saturday evening hoping for a chance at getting out of Houston.  As you know, it has been like a tropical storm down there for the last several days.  My flight was delayed and delayed and delayed and delayed.  Finally, luckily, made it out of there at about 11:30 Saturday night.  Which was a good thing, because my mom and I had to play handbells in church this morning.  So, I finally arrived home in my bed at about 2:30 and my mom picked me up at 10 till 8:00.  I can't complain though, because she and my dad chaperoned the after prom party last night until 4.  So, we were both a little on the 'out of it' side.  

In between church services, we ran to get a drink and then stopped by my house for a few minutes.  When we got here, there was a police car and a white truck parked in front of my house.  At the house across the street, there were policemen standing around in the driveway with a man who was beside a white suburban.  He was wearing a suit with a name badge.  My heart sank, I knew it had to be somebody from the funeral home.  Sure enough, my other neighbor went to talk to the wife because they are friends.  The husband (late 30's) apparently died in his sleep last night from what sounds like a heart attack.  They are a blended family with lots of small children and teenagers.  I have not felt well all day because I know how much heartache and shock there is just right across the street from me. All is well in my little family, but 30 yards away, tragedy.  I hate it. 

I also got word that our sweet aunt from Levelland passed away in her home this morning.  We will be unable to attend the funeral services, but are just so sad to have lost such a sweet and amazing lady.  Please send prayers in the direction of the Jeff Walker family of Denison and the Jerry Keller family of Levelland. 

Our hearts are heavy but full.