BEING RESPONSIBLE IN D.C.

Last Friday the vice principal came around and begged teachers to chaperone the Washington, DC, trip happening this week.  There were several last-minute emergencies, and the group needed one more responsible adult to take the spot.

This counts me out because even though I am an adult (on paper, anyway), I am not responsible.

One of the younger, wiser, far more responsible teachers took the spot.  It was probably a good decision since she is well-liked, fun, and is incredibly patriotic.  Besides, she hadn't yet been to DC, and I knew she was in for an eye-opening experience.

I'm not going to lie -- I was and still am a little jealous that she went on the trip.  Lucky, lucky girl.  Of course, right this moment after the week of high temperatures and humidity and a long, long, loooooong bus ride home (she kept updating the buses' extended arrival times), she probably doesn't feel lucky; she's probably already asleep.

Anyway, to make sure she knew we hadn't forgotten her, we kept in touch via texts.  I sent her a picture of the deserted school hallway, and I sent her a picture of her car sitting out all alone in the parking lot, waiting for her to return and drive it home.  I guess since I sort of watched out for her car, that makes me semi-responsible, right?  Right?  Maybe even responsible enough to volunteer next year...