Yes, really.

I am going to do this super-short post right now because my eyes are bleeding with boredom.

I am sitting in a re-certification class to keep my teaching certificate. It is a five-day"digital storytelling" class. In other words, "How to make movies on your computer."

Since the movies I would like to make would be blocked by the school's decency standards, I made an insipid film teaching my son how to do his own laundry. 

Yes, really.

It took me the first day, and I have spent the remaining days farting around on the computer. One would think this would be a great time to catch up on blogging or something productive, but I've spent most of my time reading people's thoughts about the most recent episode of "Glee."

Yes, really.

I'll have you know that all of my teacher colleagues are using their time wisely. Since I"m not teaching right now, I don't have anything productive (grading, planning, etc.) to do. So, don't think that all teachers are slackers. Just me.

Here is the text of the great washing-machine film, in case you're interested. It's a POEM, y'all.

Yes, really.

I’m a Washing Machine,
And I’m here to say,
I’ll big and I’m bad,
Watch me wash the stains away!

You think you’re dirty?
I’ll take care of that!
I’ll scrub away the grime,
From your shoes, socks, or hat!

First lift my lid,
Then put in dirty stuff,
Don’t put too much in,
Stop! Stop! That’s enough!

Once my belly’s full,
It’s time to start the show!
Make sure the water’s cold,
And the level’s high, not low!

Don’t forget the important part,
You’ve got to add the soap.
Come on, Owen, add it in,
You won’t spill any! (I hope!)

Now that I’m all set up,
Press the button, let’s play!
I’ll churn, I’ll spin, I’ll dance, I’ll move.
I could do this all day!

I’m all done, that was fun!
I love to do my thing.
Every time I clean a load,
It makes my heart just sing!

Since you’re such a big boy,
You can wash clothes too!
I’m your friend, the washing machine,
Use me---you know what to do!

(Kill me now).