I substituted yesterday.
I had a scheduled prep period.
When you're a sub with a prep you're supposed to seek out administration so that they can stick you somewhere.
Which I'm always hesitant to do.
I'd rather...y'know...sit down.
Because nothing quite beats sitting around and getting paid forty dollars to do it.
Except, of course, sitting around and getting paid far more than forty dollars.
On that, I managed to speak to Kevin Pollack for a moment last night.
I said something cute that made him laugh.
And everyone else for that matter.
But that was less exciting.
And he likely thought, "This loser is probably going to write in his blog about this."
Friday, June 11, 2010
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