Every third Thursday a police officer comes to my classroom and talks about lifeskills with the sixers. I listen to his one hour talk three times, as I putter around in the back of the room, grading papers or checking the blog. This man gives the same talk verbatim 3 times in a row at top speed. I decided to forego his fascinating topic of the day---how to talk to kids of the opposite gender once you get to seventh grade---and chose to grade and blog at home. My choice was wise, as this has been the best day of my life so far. I got in a slog, worked a half hour on the long lost diss, had lunch with husbandman, enjoyed a mani/pedi in the afternoon (sahara sapphire) and even got my first friend on myspace. The grading’s not done, but it never is. I’m okay with that.
4 comments:
I am loving your day. I had my first mani over spring break. What had I been waiting for?
your day sounds divine.
i am back to blogging now, just so you know.
i forgot to ask about the photo. i like the ugly doll in there. is it a shrine to something?
jdoc, next time, add the pedi. you'll never regret that decision.
hey ms kace...whenever q's friend e comes over, they create these scenes. sometimes they make claymation movies. they're quite amusing. so so SO glad you're back.
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