An hour-long, extremely boring assembly.
Three defiant, loud, obnoxious boys.
A classroom without any extra pencils whatsoever.
Dr. Seuss Day with tons of interruptions to read rhymey stories.
A brainless language arts assignment.
No Mercy on the radio on the way home.
Fiery ball of frustration in the pit of my stomach.
Ice cream straight out of the carton.
A message on my machine from a friend whose MIL is the trustee of a private school in town - a private school with an opening for next school year. A friend with a job application at her house.
Birds twittering in the yard.