Note to self: ask what grade you are going to be driving and refuse if you don't like the answer. Grade 7's & 8's are the worst - especially in the spring. The 8's are so full of themselves because they are going to be in high school next year that they forget that this means that they will be at the bottom on the heap. This self-importance has them convinced that they are approaching a god-like status and that the rest of mere mortals are quite beneath their consideration. The 7's are going to be the top dogs next year and are feeling an exagerated sense of self-importance that begs a beating.
I drove Grade 7's. They didn't believe me when I told them that all of the windows would go up if any garbage went out the windows (which I only allow to be ½-way down to discourage such an eventuality). It wasn't hot enough for anyone to be sick or faint but it was definitely uncomfortable. And I made sure that they picked up all of the garbage (and when I say "garbage" I don't mean big wads of stuff, I mean the small bits of paper & plastic) from the food that they weren't eating on the bus. It was sweet to make them pick up every little bit! I don't mind sweeping off the bags of sand, but garbage ... NO.
Anyway, this is Discovery Harbour. Something about settlers ... historical something ... Jocelyn - fill in the blanks here. History is not my forté, hell it's not even my minor!!! I didn't go on the tour because I made this discovery of my own. Jenna - don't look. Thank God that the restaurant there had particularly good coffee - I was close to fainting and needed that liquid brown elixir of life. Note to self: MF rattail bleeds when wet - don't get it fracking wet again!!! Then I realized that I had forgotten the charts so I couldn't make up for my
Saturday was Stock Family Day at Canada's Wonderland. I think that this picture of Amanda and her Friend Riley sums up the day. That and this picture of me knitting in the line up to Scooby Doo's Haunted Mansion. 90 mins in a line up with other peoples' tired, miserable children trying to cut the line would have had me curled up in the fetal position ready for the sleeveless jacket (and it's not even knitted) if I hadn't been able to knit it away.
Kyle had fun too.
Today I am making up for lost time and while I do a weeks' worth of laundry will finish the sleeves for Jenna. Sorry Jenna - you can look now.