Raise High the Roofbeams . . . .

I found notebooks for 10 cents each and even though I wasn't supposed to be in that evil store, due to their horrible treatment of the people who work for them, I bought those notebooks . . . and liked it. In fact, I'm going back to Mr. Walton's store to buy some more for next semester.

I'm not supposed to go into Mr. Walton's store and buy supplies because my union wants teachers to boycott the store. However, if my union would fight a bit harder for my working conditions, so that I would not have to BUY 300 single subject notebooks in the first place, then I would follow their advice more closely.
(It is a capitalist society and if they feel they are being treated badly, they are welcome to find another job . . . Old Navy is hiring . . . )

I also bought some short sleeve shirts because my workplace is 106 degrees with no air conditioning (except in the office) and new underwear because everyone should have new underwear for the start of school. And dry erase markers because they didn't come with the order . . . so no one can write on their boards.
While I was at Mr. Walton's store, some middle school boys started to talk to me about my "cool hair". Being unsure if they were making fun of the hair or complimenting it (it's so hard to tell with middle school boys) I kept walking. I think they were trying to pick me up in the toy department. How unseemly. I hope they knew they were talking at someone in her thirties.

So three hundred dollars later, I'm all ready to start school tomorrow. Now I just have to do my nails and my hair.