Fabulous Friday, Also Known as Pi Day

I bet you thought that I hadn't posted because birthday debauchery had kept me from my computer. Nothing of the sort; I have moved my computer from the ever so convenient spot in the den, to the none so convenient spot of computer/craft/guest room.

My birthday weekend was so fantastic that I am planning on a repeat; Spring Break started for the princesses today, so they are off tomorrow on a fun-filled week at the beach with their aunt and grandfather. I am left here to labor and whine. (And whine and whine and whine.)

Today was Pi Day; for all you not so geeky math teachers, it was 3-14 (also Albert Einstein's birthday: how freaky is that?) so we had pie for math today. But not until I had worked this process through for an entire week. Circles, circumference, diameter, radius, how to calculate pi: by golly, the whole nine yards. My plans for this week were the best I have written this year. (FYI: My plans for next week - not so good). And today, we did circle graphs and percents to show pie preferences and we ate the hell out of some pies. I had 12 pies (okay, 11 pies and 1 cookie cake) in math today and we had a ball. Okay, I was sick just cutting them up, but my kids kept on eating. I had to stop one kid who had turned green.

Do you know what you get after you let kids eat pie for breakfast? Rowdy kids for lunch. So, after lunch, I played "Let's Make a Deal," better known as "The Quiet Game." For prizes. And, I actually had eight kids who won.

I also lost one of my geniuses today. He told me he was going to the bathroom, but didn't come back with the other kid he had gone with. I couldn't find him. I finally had to call the office. Apparently, he had taken it upon himself to go to the library, but, shhhhhh, don't tell Mrs. Teachergirl. I was so damned mad and scared at the same time, I turned his card to red (that's the worst thing that can happen to you) and wrote one hell of a note home. Nothing personal, little man, but don't disappear on me. I am pretty laid back, but if someone had stolen you, there would have been a huge problem. And that's what I told him. He was pretty mad about the note home, but by the quiet game, I think he understood where I was coming from. This is also the same genius who wouldn't get started on the writing test a few weeks ago. A little spoiled is what I think.

Spring Break can't come soon enough for me.