What a great weekend, we really made some headway in the bedroom. Almost there! I am getting ready to fill the closet with all of my clothes. Putting up the window casings was way too much fun. Much better than baseboards. Much more fun and satisfying work. It went super fast, and made a huge impact in the room. Here is something funny. . . Friday after work there was a knock at the back door and there was this tall and thin man. . . he was the owner of the house! In town to do a wedding and his wife sent him over to bring some weird wrought iron thing that apparently belonged to the fireplace and two wooden curtain rings that go to the curtain rod in the middle bedroom. She had written us this two page note and included pictures of what the house looked like when the professor bought it in '96 or '97, something like that. It is very interesting, I will have to get Brent to scan them and then I can post them. He was very nice, but I could tell that he was taken aback by what we had already done in the kitchen. I think he was surprised to see that we had already changed so much (I don't know why, but maybe he really loved the colors and "woodwork" that was already there). I really felt bad, it was very awkward. The note was very nice, and she left her email address, so I guess the nice thing to do would be to email the wife and thank her. Not looking forward to the first day of school, I am really dreading it. Since I don't have a classroom, I have to teach in other teacher's classrooms during their off hour. I had to go to every single one of them and break the news to them myself, and each of them said: "well that's fine as long as you don't mind me being in here". First of all, they said it as if I had a choice! I was assigned the classrooms, and don't they know that I would much rather be in my own classroom. Second of all, yes I mind if you are in there! How would they like to be thrown in a new school, with a new age group, and new teachers. . . and then be watched everyday. It's like I am going to be informally observed. . . everyday. . . every hour. Not to mention that not a single one of them is friendly or even attempts to be friendly. I am really stressing about this. I keep telling myself that God would not put me in this situation just to be humiliated. I just don't know how this new teaching situation could get any worse. Can you tell that I am freaking out, just a little bit. Oh well, I know that when tomorrow comes, I will take a deep breath and try to hold my head up high, but inside I am going to be freaking out!!!! I just hope it doesn't show!