I can't tell you how hard it has been to resist bringing a can of yellow spray paint to school and stenciling a capital letter "B" at the end of my "221". Hopefully some of you will catch this reference. If you're confused, let me know and I'll google that for you. I do plan to at least use sidewalk chalk for a temporary solution to satisfy my urge to graffiti my own parking spot. I'll keep you appraised of any developments on this front.
My parking spot also consists of a large pile of dirt, which--despite making my Jeep feel as if it is in its natural element--gets mud everywhere when it rains. The spot is far from the band room and any of the doors I would use under normal circumstances. I've had to turn spot-stealers in to the office more days than I have actually gotten to park in my spot. In spite of all of this, I like my new spot and will miss it when construction is done and I can finally return to the proper side of the building.
All this talk of parking spots has gotten me thinking about my car . . . which in turn leads me to think about driving. I spend a lot--and I mean A LOT--of time in my car each day. I travel to over 20 schools each week--not to mention the morning and evening commute. I do what I can to fill the time: listen to podcasts, call family members, practice my Irish accent, sing snippets of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, talk to myself about current world issues, struggle with voice texting, stretch my ankles, and so on. Something happened to me recently that made me realize my car time is personal time. I never really thought about how ridiculous I would sound to the average passersby or to someone my phone butt-dialed while I drove along--not realizing I was being recorded. Well, what's done is done and I don't embarrass that easily; well, I try not to. I do, however, appreciate the time on my own and can't wait until Monday. In honor of Scotland staying a part of the UK (a news story I was following closely during my morning commute) I plan to read every road sign with a terrible Scottish accent.
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