All,
Its August 9th and a Saturday and I find myself at school working. So it's just to do this email and research Fantasy Football, BUT the point is that its a Saturday and I am at school and that must mean school is near. Actually, we start with teachers on the 15th and students on the 20th, so it is very close. But before I am bombarded with 120 15 year-olds that think farting is a cool way to break test-taking silence, think deodrant and showers are for nerds, and think teachers really can't hear thier "private, but all too audible" weekend party stories, let's have a look back at one of the more eventful summers in my life:
May 23rd: School's out, my 9th baseball team looks awesome, Reagan got a job, and we are house hunting:
June 2nd: After looking at 36 homes in 10 days, we buy a house in the Easter Lake region of Des Moines. I can't wait to mow the lawn and get a tan! Our high school baseball team looks great, my 9th graders start tomorrow.
June 3rd: We sweep a doubleheader...we will be unbeatable. I get burned at the game b/c I forgot sunscreen. Kids laugh at me. I hate kids.
June 20th: Halfway through the season we are 11-5 and split a double header. Our best player practically breaks his ankle on home plate scoring the game-winning run while looking at 1 of our 9 fans in the stands....his 18 year-old girlfriend. He's out for the season. I hate hormones. Later at a team picnic, another player severly sprains his ankle playing basketball...he is out for the season. I hate ourteam.
July 4th: Go to KC to get away from team, kids, and house that is way to much work. Light off some illegal fireworks, drink some beer...feeling much better about life. Burn from 1st game finally gone a month later and I am back to bone white or off white, I forget.
July 10th: Parents attend final game of the year. We lose both and finish 13-15...a losing record and with 11 guys (at times we only had 9!). We were winning 4-1 with 3 outs left to get and the other team added to their 2 hits with 5 straight hits to win. I am done with baseball for one full year...thankfully. Return home to our 2 new kittens Bo and Jangles. We have no more living plants, working curtains, or couches with corners. How can something so small be so destructive? Actually, my parents wondered that when I was 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 years old. Very odd.
August 7th: Reagan lets a curious Bo look at the candle then leaves unattended.
August 8th: Bo has 3 "eye-whiskers" that are short and curled, obviously burned. Bo, for some reason, fears fire and the counters now. Ben considers using fire to deter Jangles who now does not mind hissing, swatting, water squirting, water-blasted, and field-goal kicking when she does something wrong. By the way, after mowing lawn twice, I have not mowed it since July 14th. It is now dormant b/c our last rain was predicted by Noah. I didn't want to mow anyway.
So that pretty much somes up our summer. Oh yeah, we have had 12 overnight visitors and 7 day visitors on 16 different days since we have moved in, I cracked my nose in baseball practice, our high school won state in baseball and 2nd in softball and both teams return everybody (at state we have had 6 team appearances, 2 wrestlers, and 6 tracksters in the last 17 months at Carlisle), we hired 17 new teachers for our district that is doubling in size from 2000-2005, I sealed my parents deck and got re-sunburned and sealed my toes together and my hair into a ball, I accepted 3 jobs for the new schoolyear: Teacher Association President, Honor Society Sponsor, and 9th grade basketball coach (WHY?), and I cry myself to sleep every night thinking this may not really be the magical year for the KC Royals. Oh well...I better go"work", its always tough to be ready for 120 hormonal, wild, stinky, whining, potty-mouth imbeciles, but that's why I love to teach!
Love&Prayers,
Ben Barry
Its August 9th and a Saturday and I find myself at school working. So it's just to do this email and research Fantasy Football, BUT the point is that its a Saturday and I am at school and that must mean school is near. Actually, we start with teachers on the 15th and students on the 20th, so it is very close. But before I am bombarded with 120 15 year-olds that think farting is a cool way to break test-taking silence, think deodrant and showers are for nerds, and think teachers really can't hear thier "private, but all too audible" weekend party stories, let's have a look back at one of the more eventful summers in my life:
May 23rd: School's out, my 9th baseball team looks awesome, Reagan got a job, and we are house hunting:
June 2nd: After looking at 36 homes in 10 days, we buy a house in the Easter Lake region of Des Moines. I can't wait to mow the lawn and get a tan! Our high school baseball team looks great, my 9th graders start tomorrow.
June 3rd: We sweep a doubleheader...we will be unbeatable. I get burned at the game b/c I forgot sunscreen. Kids laugh at me. I hate kids.
June 20th: Halfway through the season we are 11-5 and split a double header. Our best player practically breaks his ankle on home plate scoring the game-winning run while looking at 1 of our 9 fans in the stands....his 18 year-old girlfriend. He's out for the season. I hate hormones. Later at a team picnic, another player severly sprains his ankle playing basketball...he is out for the season. I hate ourteam.
July 4th: Go to KC to get away from team, kids, and house that is way to much work. Light off some illegal fireworks, drink some beer...feeling much better about life. Burn from 1st game finally gone a month later and I am back to bone white or off white, I forget.
July 10th: Parents attend final game of the year. We lose both and finish 13-15...a losing record and with 11 guys (at times we only had 9!). We were winning 4-1 with 3 outs left to get and the other team added to their 2 hits with 5 straight hits to win. I am done with baseball for one full year...thankfully. Return home to our 2 new kittens Bo and Jangles. We have no more living plants, working curtains, or couches with corners. How can something so small be so destructive? Actually, my parents wondered that when I was 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 years old. Very odd.
August 7th: Reagan lets a curious Bo look at the candle then leaves unattended.
August 8th: Bo has 3 "eye-whiskers" that are short and curled, obviously burned. Bo, for some reason, fears fire and the counters now. Ben considers using fire to deter Jangles who now does not mind hissing, swatting, water squirting, water-blasted, and field-goal kicking when she does something wrong. By the way, after mowing lawn twice, I have not mowed it since July 14th. It is now dormant b/c our last rain was predicted by Noah. I didn't want to mow anyway.
So that pretty much somes up our summer. Oh yeah, we have had 12 overnight visitors and 7 day visitors on 16 different days since we have moved in, I cracked my nose in baseball practice, our high school won state in baseball and 2nd in softball and both teams return everybody (at state we have had 6 team appearances, 2 wrestlers, and 6 tracksters in the last 17 months at Carlisle), we hired 17 new teachers for our district that is doubling in size from 2000-2005, I sealed my parents deck and got re-sunburned and sealed my toes together and my hair into a ball, I accepted 3 jobs for the new schoolyear: Teacher Association President, Honor Society Sponsor, and 9th grade basketball coach (WHY?), and I cry myself to sleep every night thinking this may not really be the magical year for the KC Royals. Oh well...I better go"work", its always tough to be ready for 120 hormonal, wild, stinky, whining, potty-mouth imbeciles, but that's why I love to teach!
Love&Prayers,
Ben Barry
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