[This is for you SIL–since you waited so ahem… patiently.] For the last two years I have read aloud from the book Savvy by Ingrid Law. I first bought the book because the cover is beautiful, and I’m a sucker for good packaging. If I were an artist, I would totally paint like this. The…
We did it! We finished all of the things we were working on! We are not certain we were entirely successful, and we won’t know for sure-sure until October on some of it, but we are done. And yes, we are using the royal “we.” This is what happens when we work too hard and…
One of my little lambs does not know how to ask for attention–from anyone. To get attention from his peers he has done any number of the following (singularly or in combination): throwing pencils tearing up paper and sprinkling on their head tearing up paper and throwing it at them clapping loudly each time they…
It turns out I have a super power I didn’t know about. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I knew I was good at it, but I think I’ve crossed into the boundaries of “super” lately. I have managed to procrastinate to a level that amazes even me. This, my caped wonders, is why you have…
One of my sweet-niks will sometimes say “based on a true story” after an announcement, or a story, or something funny. It cracks me up. He does it in a kind of announcer voice, and his timing is perfect. I will finish a free lecture (I think I keep telling you I’ll explain the free…
Yes, teachers get vacations. Two weeks here, two weeks there. Oh, and the “summer off” as everyone points out. I’m not going to get all preachy about this “time off.” At least not today. I’ll link a couple of articles here and here if you feel like getting your dander up or your panties in a bunch about…
I loves me my sisty-ugler. I don’t tell her that because somewhere along the line I decided it was a good idea to keep it to myself, but I loves her. I do. We were our first best friends for those early years, and that can’t be matched by anyone else in the world. Here…
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Well my virtual friends, it has happened. Last week (or was it the week after?) I was called a b****. What’s that you say? Haven’t I been called that a gabillion times? Yes. Yes I have. This time though, it was a parent. I was shocked. Flabbergasted. Gob-smacked. So much so, that I said nothing.…
I have a lot to say, but I’m having a small moral quandary. What is the line between gossip and sharing stories? Who am I allowed to tell these things to, and how much am I allowed to say? There have been a few things in my district lately that have surprised me. Things people…
Wear The Cape 