The Lifeskills

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.