Well, what do you know. Along with a new cat I also got a nice little cold on Friday. And before you suggest it, no I am not allergic. It's a cold. And I feel like crap.

Nikita is settling in very well. Feya has been giving her a bit of shit but nothing to be alarmed about especially since Nikita gives it right back. Sorry it's been so boring around here lately. I promise after I am all better and the kitty is not keeping me up all night I'll have something amusing or interesting to say. Until then, how's this? Can you remember all your homeroom teachers right up from first grade? I seemed to have completely blocked out entire years of my time in high school. It's probably better that way.

Grade 1 ~ Sister Eleanor (loved her, but hey I was in first grade! I loved everybody.)
Grade 2 ~ Mrs. Hayes (extremely kind and patient.)
Grade 3 ~ Mrs. Moulds (old cook who would eat peanut butter and crackers while she taught. Talk about torture.)
Grade 4 ~ Mrs. Sampson (loved her)
Grade 5 ~ Sister Henrietta (there was a nickel size hole in her blackboard. Rumor was she was poking some no-good student in the chest as she lectured him or her. Allegedly, the student ducked or something and her finger went through the backboard. She really wasn't so bad.)
Grade 6 ~ Some fucking bitch whose name I cannot remember. I think I'm going to blog about her in the near future. I get angry just thinking about her.
Grade 7 ~ Ms. Vosella (sweetie! LOVED her.)
Grade 8 ~ Sister Constance (another nut job but mostly nice)
Grade 9 ~ Sister Frances (tough but nice)
Grade 10 ~ No fucking idea
Grade 11 ~ See Grade 10
Grade 12 ~ Mrs. Reardon (nice)