girlfiend

I’m getting married tomorrow. It seems like forever ago I was waiting impatiently for the proposal that wasn’t coming. My fifth graders, who couldn’t stop whispering and giggling all week, threw me a surprise party. They pretended to have lunch detentions so they could make it past my room with their lunches to make me a banner and a card without my getting suspicious. In the process they managed to get themselves after school detentions for disruptive hallway behavior.

To set up the kids had the principal call me down to her office to go over some paperwork. When I made it back to the room I was attacked by a swarm of overexcited 10-year-olds. High up on my wall a banner, signed by all of them and a couple of extras I don’t teach, read, “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Feeend.” Their card read, “Congregations Ms. Feend, or should I say Mrs. Boyfeeeend.” (I really need to spend more time on spelling.)

After shoving about $12 of crumpled dollar bills into my hand as a wedding gift, they hijacked my computer and played the same two songs over and over while they had dance competitions. When the party was over I was left to sweep up crushed cheesy poofs, pretzels, squashed jelly beans and the remains of Champagne Poppers. It was worth the mess, but I still have a Destiny’s Child stuck in my head. Later at the faculty meeting, the staff presented me with some gifts from our registry. I might hate my job, but I can’t complain about the people.

Tomorrow. We’re getting married tomorrow. I can’t wait to enjoy every minute of it.