Hmm, it looks like there were some problems with Blogger for a while there. I couldn’t get on to make a new entry for a while. But it looks like it’s working now, which is good.
Today was a pretty normal day, except for a bit of a timetable switch to accomodate the Grade 9s and the Grade 11-12s taking Music going to St. Mark’s church to play in the Kiwanis Festival. We had three periods before lunch instead of two, and saved homeroom for the end of the day. Blah blah blah. Nobody really cares anyway.
During lunch, Mr. G went to the doctor’s office to find out what the big splotches on his face are. He’s been getting little red dots on his face that look similar to acne or chicken pox or something. Apparently, the doctor thought it was a cold sore that got infected from bacteria and was thus spreading. The doc said it was contagious if you touched it. Since I have no plans of touching Mr. G’s face (or any other part of his body, for that matter) anytime soon, there’s not much chance that I’ll get anything more on my face other than the acne I already have. Phew!
After Mr. G got back, the girls convinced him to let us go watch the Music students play instead of doing Parenting. He finally agreed, and we headed over there, but they were already done playing by the time we got there. We ended up just hearing the adjudicator make his comments about their playing. I think they got first out of like one or two in their category, which is good, but not very spectacular. We commandeered two of the empty rooms in the church to do homeroom, and then left a bit early. I just walked home from the church, since it’s not that far away from my house – probably about a 25 minute walk I think. With music in your ears, it takes no time at all. Plus, it gives me some exercise, something which I don’t desperately need, but could still use anyway.
That’s about all I have to say. Hmm, I say that a lot, don’t I? I think I state something like that near the end of every single post. Oh well. It’s a good concluding statement. Usually when you see that sentence, you know you’re in the final paragraph for the day, before the next onslaught of verbal diarrhea the next day. It’s like the calm before the storm, the quiet hush before the firing squad blows your head to bits. I’m so graphic, aren’t I? But oh well. That’s probably why you’re here, right? Perhaps I should explain to you the entire process of heart surgery in graphic detail. Bah, I’ll leave that until another day – perhaps when I actually know the process.