We ended up on her back patio, sitting in the shade and sipped beverages and scarfed down chips. It was heavenly. I was able to vent out my emotions that I had pent up inside. Share frustrations about the teaching headaches concerning children, and the idiocy of some choices from administration. I had stood up for myself in a meeting, probably not in the most professional way, but alas, I never the less stated my feelings about not placing a student in a class for the next year. Tensions were high. Not a good scene.
On the way to Shelley's house, I had to mail a book to Denise. I paid for the transaction at the Post office with my debit card. I honestly could not remember my pin number. The gentleman was very patient and helped me out. I was very stressed and tired and proceeded to Shelley's. Angels attended me, the one dearest was in the flesh as she listened to my woes and frustrations. Dear friends are hard to beat. They show up when needed. Thanks Dear Shelley.
