Due to the fire, our 9th and 10th grade students missed six regular school days and the 11th and 12th graders missed three. We are, of course, being required to make those days up because everyone knows if a child receives 174 days of instruction instead of 180, he or she will be scarred for … More Thanks
Now that I have this in my possession you’ll be hearing more from me. My brain is practically exploding. Make yourselves comfortable. I. In 11 years as a classroom teacher, I have asked the following journal reflection question close to 70 times: “If your house was on fire and you had the chance to go … More Out of the fire, into the frying pan
http://webcache.news-record.com/legacy/indepth/06/eastern_guilford/index.html Since the laptop I’ve been using for all of my internet access was in my classroom, I have to resort to my antique desktop, which sometimes freezes mid-sentence. I can only take the slowness for so long, so until I have replaced the laptop my posts will be short and most likley infrequent. So … More I used to work there
Anybody seen “French Kiss” with Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline? Remember the flight scene, where Ryan’s character is smushed up against the window with a scowl on every part of her face? And she’s singing her little “mantra” song, “I Love Paris,” except she alters the lyrics to fit her mood? I hate Paris in … More I hate Paris [edited for clarity]
School has started. I’m so thrilled. Stomp on your foot, kick you in the crotch, spit on your neck thrilled. You might recall that this is not where I thought I’d be this year. I fully believe the Universe has a script for me, but I have not yet received it, and I’m mad about … More 71 days ’til Christmas vacation
You might have noticed (and if you haven’t, why not? Have you given up on me?) that there isn’t a lot of writing going on here lately. Sure, I’ve posted, but mostly stuff I’ve borrowed (from Jay Leno, for example) or stolen (Hi, Trista!). What’s missing, you ask? That’s right, begging. As in “beg, borrow … More It takes a village
I used to say that if I ever won the lottery, or if Ed McMahon showed up at my door with a giant check, or if I married into opulence, I would continue working because I had to “do something” with my time. I’d like to retract that statement. Last week my time was mostly … More Food for thought
This morning at 9 a.m. I showed a co-worker some of my photos on Flickr. Five minutes ago, at about 11:50 a.m., I attempted to show another co-worker the same pictures and discovered that in that not-quite three hour period, Flickr had been “blocked” by my school district’s watchdog/big brother filter. Why? Because the site’s … More It’s only a matter of time
I’m starting at the end and working my way back to this morning. If you’re squeamish, even just a little, don’t read #5. 1. Thank God “Commander in Chief” just rescued me from American Idol auditions. Damn. I’m embarrassed for some of those people. Did you see that girl who wanted to kick Paula Abdul’s … More Holy crap, y’all
You know it’s not going to be your best day at work when the auto-mechanics at the Citgo station where you’re pumping gas elicit strong feelings of job-envy. I should have considered the feeling a sign, called in sick, and hauled my ass back home. I could be feeding the severely stale loaf of bread … More Somebody bring me some (vodka disguised as) water
one small corner of the universe 