All of these things make teachers' convention great, but it really turned into one of my favourite yearly events when one of my friends and colleagues decided to turn this into a true "out of town" convention experience for us. Since we live in the capital, the convention is always held here in our city, but we decided to make it a real outing a few years ago, staying in a hotel downtown, wining and dining in the evenings after days full of professional development.
There are always lots of laughs and memorable moments at our convention weekends, and there is always a theme song. Last year was "We R who We R" by Key-Dollar-Sign-Ha. The year before was "Boom Boom Pow" by the Black Eyed Peas, and before that it was "She Wolf" by Shakira. After some discussion, we decided on "We Found Love in a Hopeless Place" for this year's theme.
But even with an appropriate butt thumping beat for an anthem, this year was definitely different. Of course, being temporarily retired from the craft, I did not attend the day time PD sessions, and while I did join the gang for dinner last night, the fetus who tagged along prevented me from enjoying certain aspects of the dinner I might have previously partaken of (responsibly, of course). Not only that, but we were missing some core members. Our girl Amy recently moved out of the city and was sorely missed, and Lynne and Lesley were both kept away by family obligations and a mistaken belief that as senior members of our esteemed guild they should call it a day early.
|Amy and Aoife last year with some of the best red wine I've ever had.|
|Thank you wine glass, for hiding my bloat!|
While my evening ended with dinner this year, looking back, I think last year's convention held some omens for what this year would hold. First, and definitely most telling was one of the freebies I got last year. It was a tiny, pink, rubbery fetus from the pro-life booth that I planned to share with my health classes. The fetus became a kind of mascot last year, bobbing its little head to Ke$ha, posing for photo-ops at dinner, and climbing into bed with my friend Aoife at the end of the night, much to Aoife's fright. Little did I know that a real live fetus would be on board for this year's festivities! Next year, who knows what will happen! I just hope to be able to enjoy a glass of red again.
|Last night's group shot. Sorry, red eye could not be reduced.|