initiation

After walking around the teeny beach last night and sitting in the squeaking porch swing under a large oak and listening to cicadas, I was most RUDELY awakened by the fire alarm going off.  And we're not talking those dainty unit alarms, I am speaking of industrial strength shrieking.  This, of course, pleased Bogart~who is still jittery after the car ride.  There are two other hall adults, but I had briefly met one as they returned from a retreat and didn't have anyone's number.  I've worked on enough campuses to know that if someone doesn't call the fire/police with the secret code, that the building would soon be swarming with first responders.  Fortunately, one of the other adults was around and calling the sheriff as I was going to be late for my riveting EIGHT hours of training on how to dispense meds.

While I acknowledge that it's important to give the correct med to the correct child (and in the correct ear/eye), I really didn't need to spend all that time for a job where the students pretty much self-administer their Tylenol or inhalers.  I already know how to use an Epi-Pen.

Anyway.  Am back home (DOING LAUNDRY IN MY OWN LITTLE HOME) and the alarms are going off again.  A leetle cranky as tomorrow is my last gasp of summer break.  But my upstairs neighbor is on it, so hopefully quiet shall reign very soon.