It's lovely here too, weatherwise.
Noah has learned that if he puts a carrot in his mouth and masticates endlessly, he can delay bedtime. Sigh.
I run two monitors plus my cell phone at school. Grade book and attendance on one, edmodo and email on another, local attendance and walkaround grading on the cell.
Good LORD. I'm a loser.
but you're making me feel better for doing doubletakes at NoiseDesign's posts sometimes, having read Nora Deirdre
And smonster and I are both saras. Though I don't know if she has an h. Which is different.
I do indeed. I am actually a Sarah Rebekah. Which is good, because Sara Rebekah or Sarah Rebecca would just be wrong. And I don't feel like a Sara Rebecca. I need my "h"s!!!
I am not an H. Sarah is not me. Funny how that is.
Funny how that is.
Isn't it? My mom and my Sara are definitely no H girls.
God, I want my snippy TWC tech back. This chick is useless. Do they have macro buttons for inanities? If she expresses sympathy one more time, or calls us a team, I will need to take a walk.
Re-entry stress (the industry term for reverse culture shock) was my specialty in my OD masters. When I casually mentioned my own experience, melting down in the cereal aisle of a grocery store, my cross-cultural comm professor chirped, "80% of the time, it's the cereal aisle."
It was a weirdly encouraging and confirming to hear how common the phenomenon is.
::nods::
There wasn't a lot of cereal around when I was growing up.
I think for me, it was yogurt or shampoo. But I get it being the cereal aisle.
Bread aisle. Because there was so much good bread in Prague, all 3 or 4 bakeries, meaning 12 ft of 3 or 4 varieties. And Smith's had a bajillion and none looked good.