When you are the new guy on a school staff, the first year is a learning experience as you go through the seasons of the school, experiencing the traditional events particular to that site.
At my school, a Christmas "Progressive Dinner" is tradition.
The concept was a new one for me.
4 courses, 4 staff homes.
In this sparsely populated, geographically large county (bigger than Rhode Island), the distance between homes can be extreme.
I live less than 5 miles from my principal, which made me, the new clueless guy, an obvious choice for one of the stops.
So at the faculty meeting a month or so ago, when the progressive dinner was first announced, I was volunteered.
I accepted of course, heck, the wife is a professional caterer when she is not being a professional nurse.
This would be a breeze.
When I got home and announced that we were a stop in the progressive dinner, I got the news that the dinner date was also the date of the biggest party of the year for the Southern Sisters Caterers.
Translation: You will be hosting solo, Mr.
So today I will be tackling the list below instead of tromping around in the grey, damp, wintery wilds of Pure Florida.
There is a giant Key Lime Cake in the fridge though and my desert stop team of 4 other faculty members will be bringing their contributions later.
So, I feel good about this.
Even though the list awaits.
|I was a little worried at first ... had I miscalculated Zick's readiness?|
It took her longer than usual to get it down, but she did just fine.
|Afterwards, she was a complete log potato.|
Is she smiling?
Okay, I'm off to be a white tornado.
(Google it, you babies, the grownups remember...)