So, the first transfer list came out on Tuesday and nothing's flying for this part of town. Luckily it's the 4th quarter and my remaining kids are all used to our procedures plus are eager to repair the past, so I find myself thinking, "it's not that bad here." It's the same brain chemistry that makes women forget hard childbirth, I'm sure. Look for my Nerve-Snap Extravaganza in October 2008.
There's actually a teeny bit more to that story, the transfers and whatnot, but it would require thinking to compose just-so, so let's leave it out.
Statewide exams were also on Tuesday. I proctored in my room with two fun assistants - we decided that putting the three of us in the same room was surely a setup and we'd all be fired by 2:00. Ha. We showed them and stuck to undocumentable pantomime for the major offenses.
There were only 23 kids assigned to my room (3 never showed up, 2 left for lunch and didn't come back), so I pushed back the spare desks. I've left the room that way as my students are in the lab all week. And, it's so beautiful. (Taking a moment to cry.) I've actually called in other teachers to come see what a room with 23 desks looks like. Some of them are probably blogging about it right now.
The Dream-Thing has gone to unprecedented levels of Whoa Man, but since all of the startling stuff involves someone else, who reads here now and again, I'd rather wait until I talk to them in person before going nuts describing their personal life here. (It's my own little Lincoln/Kennedy wowser, except not semi-fake and stuff.)
Sour Cream and Onion Doritos. Why does Frito-Lay (apparently) deny that they ever existed? You weren't expecting YouTube were you, Messrs Frito and Lay? Were you?
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