It never once bought me a drink.

No more pencils, no more books, no more students' dirty looks!

I have 2 more days officially on the clock. Exams are marked, marks are in, and I'm in the process of cleaning my desks (don't ask, but I have multiple). I have a couple more binders to organize, and a few other assorted chores, and that's it. Tomorrow night is graduation, then on Thursday we have our year-end staff meeting/lunch. And then, you know what comes after that? Pub crawl!!! Woo-hoo!!!

It's been a busy time since the fantabulous Weakerthans concert. I went to St. Ratford this weekend. The honest-to-God highlight of the weekend for me was that I went for a long walk around the river on Sunday afternoon, and a little weasel scurried past me, and stood still so that I could get a good look at him/her. I don't think I've ever seen a weasel in real-life; they're smaller than I imagined. While I was looking at the weasel, I remembed back to the mammology course I took in university and how weasels have a special jaw that clicks in just the right way that makes their bite pretty powerful, and how I was lucky that said weasel was not trying to bite me. Then, my mind wandered to a favourite line from the Simpsons: "Marge, don't discourage the boy. Weasling out of things separates us from the animals. Except the weasel."

Okay, I'll stop indulging in my weirdness now. Whose weekend highlight is seeing a weasel? Yeesh, I get stranger by the day. But honestly, I'd never seen one in real life, except for the human type, of course.

This evening I went to a wedding shower for a coworker which was conveniently held at a pub in my neighbourhood. It was fun as far as showers go; no corny games or anything like that, just people getting together and having drinks and snacks. There were teachers from a bunch of school there. It turned out that one of them was actually a Canadian pop music star from the late 1980s, whose tape I totally dug. It was kind of funny because my coworker (whose shower it was) came up and asked a group of us if we'd ever heard of the singer, and I of course was all geeky and exuberant and noted that I loved her when I was 8. So, my coworker introduced me to the woman like I was a big fan, and it was a little bit embarassing, but not too much really. It's more funny to think that I've ended up working for the same school board as a childhood idol. I had to call my mom and tell her when I got home though.

Anyhow, I should get going to bed. The faster I go to bed, the faster that I can awake and get myself to work to finish off those last pesky tasks.