I did not wake up with an anxiety dream. I recall snippets of some unpleasant dream from earlier in my sleepingt-time, but whatever, I did not wake up with my heart pounding, sure something horrible had happened to my children.
I had a dream that I was reading a magazine interview with Jim Carey where he mentioned that he reads b.org.
Don't let him delurk. Don't let him delurk. Don't let him delurk.
Statement: I am very, very bummed that my 3-day weekend is almost over.
Analysis: I'm in the hardest part of the school year for new teachers, and it sucks. This job is way. too. hard.
Aw, Gris. You've just been through a whole heck of a lot, especially lately, and you have an extremely challenging job. It's not too hard for you, though. We know how smart you are. You can't fool us.
I hope it gets better for you.
In other words, Gris, I feel you. It is the hate. I'm 75% certain I won't be returning to this school next year, so I'm tempted to be all "take your multiple observations and do something else with them," but I'll still need my evaluation when I go on to the next school, so must buckle down and "probe more deeply for student understanding," despite the very real likelihood that continuing to question one student for longer than 30 seconds will lead to the rest of them turning their notetaking guides into paper airplanes and entering an indepth discussion of... er, I'm not sure, as it's in Spanish. Something not related to math, I'll tell you that.
Emily, I'm sorry it's so rough for you at your new school. I hope it gets better for you too, and that you find something better, for next year.
Sadly I have to leave Andi to her electric blanket and go to work, soon.
Frack, Frell and all sorts of other geek swearwords.
Ok. I've been up since 5 a.m. Since then, I've heard 3 Christmas songs on my radio station. I'm e-mailing them. This is getting ridiculous.
...I'm guessing we're talking different scales? 'Cause otherwise, you're going to MELT! MELT, I say!
On my scale, I spent today in 40 degree heat. With a power outage over much of Melbourne (including trains and traffic lights) due to a bushfire cutting a power line. I was not in my air conditioned office. I was at the Australian Open.
Ok, so it's not all bad.
I had 14 voicemails when I came in the door this morning. I think I have officially flooded over into Too Much Work For One Person.
Doesn't help that I wore my crankypants into the office today.
Gah.
Doesn't help that I wore my crankypants into the office today.
If I hadn't worn my crankypants, 14 voice mails would have magically changed my pants into crankypants.
I left the key to my file cabinet at home, I lock the keys to the other offices in there so now I can't open the offices.
I can't think of a good way to teach you how to pick a file cabinet lock over the internet. You often can unbend the fatter end of a paper clip, and then wiggle the curved in around to the point that you can use it to turn the lock.
Not that I've ever done such a thing.
Have people seen this? Strange Sisters - "An archive of Lesbian Paperback Artwork from the '50s and '60s."
eta: Years ago I bought this as a postcard: Satan was a Lesbian
eta²: Oh, the first link front page is more or less worksafe, but....
