It was really bizarre leaving the house at 6:30am this morning as H prepared to leave fifteen minutes later headed in the opposite direction. Usually I am the one standing at the door, handing him coffee and lunch, then kissing him bye for the day.
I had time to write two blog posts in my head as I drove to WHS – a place I don’t really want to be, but that’s another story – to pin hems in ROTC uniforms for the Colonel.
After pinning one class, I have 2nd period free. In the old days I would go bide my time in the band room in H’s office. I may not be very welcome over there now and anyway, why would I want to present myself in that fashion?
I had the Colonel open the side door for me when I arrived so I wouldn’t have to go through the office to check in with those people who did not fight for their band director in July. Technically, I’m in here illegally. Oh well. I guess you could say I’m in hiding.
I’ve been altering these uniforms for six years now and they pay me a nice amount of cash to do it which gave me incentive to not hesitate with a yes when asked. Sometimes we have to do what we have to do…
Five more periods to go. Then on to SWHS to fit H’s colorguard uniforms.