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Ok so maybe it was that I am an incompetent pool owner. I left the pump running all day today (after following Mike's laundry list of cleaning solutions), and wouldn't you know it? The pool is practically crystal clear now. At least that's one thing I don't have to worry about anymore. *phew.

Today, the newly (as of yesterday) hired teacher came to school. And she's young and seems GREAT. I am overjoyed about this and hoping she will exceed my expectations and possibly even be a new friend. I'll keep you posted.

However, I am totally bummed.

I also received the schedule for this year and *GASP* for the first time since I've been teaching there I will not be teaching 7th grade literature. I love teaching 7th grade literature. 7th grade literature is the class where I teach all of my favorite novels. Of course, I will offer my book choices to the new teacher, but there's no telling whether she will take me up on my suggestions or not. And, even if she does, I want to teach The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle. It's not fair!

It's right about now that I wish I was a little kid so I could have a good excuse to stomp around and throw a temper tantrum.

Instead, I'm throwing a temper tantrum in the adult way and writing a complainey-blog about the whole thing.

Thanks for reading. I feel much, much better now that I got that off my chest!