The hubs (a teacher) prohibits back to school sale fliers in the house. I love buying school supplies to the point of obsession, and have adult children, so you can see the strife. Being a stellar problem solver, I buy hoards of supplies on sale, stow then away like contraband, and then donate my bounty to a local school. Everyone wins.
Don’t get me wrong, I am also an obsessive school supply buyer. It’s a constant conflict. (Also, I have a couple friends like you who like to shop and donate… I LOVE them.)
I was a teacher for 30 years and every August I had the “kids are arriving and my classroom isn’t ready” dream. Then I usually dream I’m running around doing crazy things like stapling live animals to the bulletin boards. I wish you a fabulous school year!
I think I had all the dreams. The most recurring was the school secretary calling me (on my home phone which had a cord - wow, so 20th century) and asking me where the hell I was. The kids were in my classroom, some of them hanging out of the windows, and she was demanding that I come to school. As for the undressed part, too, too many times.
The hubs (a teacher) prohibits back to school sale fliers in the house. I love buying school supplies to the point of obsession, and have adult children, so you can see the strife. Being a stellar problem solver, I buy hoards of supplies on sale, stow then away like contraband, and then donate my bounty to a local school. Everyone wins.
Don’t get me wrong, I am also an obsessive school supply buyer. It’s a constant conflict. (Also, I have a couple friends like you who like to shop and donate… I LOVE them.)
Also, I had that same cartoon on my classroom door!
I was a teacher for 30 years and every August I had the “kids are arriving and my classroom isn’t ready” dream. Then I usually dream I’m running around doing crazy things like stapling live animals to the bulletin boards. I wish you a fabulous school year!
“Live animals” is one I haven’t heard before! 🤣
I think I had all the dreams. The most recurring was the school secretary calling me (on my home phone which had a cord - wow, so 20th century) and asking me where the hell I was. The kids were in my classroom, some of them hanging out of the windows, and she was demanding that I come to school. As for the undressed part, too, too many times.
Thanks, Susie, I love your writing!
Oh our long-suffering school secretaries. 🤣
This is great! I sent it to my sister who teaches elementary school in St Paul!