I Can Do Anything For Twenty-Nine Days

Back in the classroom with a room full of geniuses who were mad they had to come back to school. I had a week's worth of review to do today for the Big State Test and they were, well, luke warm to the idea. Sorry, guys, but, I've got a week's worth of work for you every day. EVERY DAY until next Wednesday. And that's when the rubber meets the road.

Sharpen up those Dixon Ticonderogas and get another eraser.

And today, it felt as though it were the middle of January and not the middle of April. It is supposed to sleet and frost tonight. And then I read that it may get as high as 61 degrees tomorrow. Please.

Twenty-nine days and counting.

The Week That REALLY Kicked My Butt

My word. Will it ever end? I can do these conferences in my sleep. Grades, Iowas, CRCT concerns, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I am beginning to sound like Charlie Brown's school teacher.

Scary Principal Daddy came today with his ex-wife and brrrrr, was there a chill in the air. She couldn't have given him a colder shoulder if she had brought some dry ice with her. (And you know what? A freaking cold front slammed through right about the same time. It was scary, I tell you.) Damn. I could hardly talk, what with watching the two of them not. He sort of threw me, because of his last exhibition but he put on his party manners today and behaved. Now, I don't know what's up with that because he can be an ASS. Am I waiting for the other shoe to drop? You bet I am.

I have been ever so cautious this week - you never know who is coming to a conference, gunning for you. I have two tomorrow that could go bad in the blink of an eye or they could be just peachy. You never know.