Arg. I am going to disappear for the next month or so. If you call me wanting to hang out, you'll probably hear hysterical sobbing followed by a mournful, "Can't. Lesson plans." Or you'll hear a lot of crashing in the background, followed by me yelling, "Jason! That's Grandma's fine china! It's an HEIRLOOM!!" Then I'll realize that you are on the phone and I'll say, "Oh, sorry.. Can't. We're moving." Why did I choose to teach A Tale of Two Cities and move in the same month? This goes at the top of my "Recent Bad Decisions" list, just above Item #2: "See if Chadwick can squeeze through sewer grates."
Seriously though, teaching is hard. I don't know how all of those amazing teachers I had in high school did it. I feel like I work my butt off, and I'm mediocre at best. Can I go on maternity leave now? I at least better get a "You are Special" mug on Teacher Appreciation Day. Here's your homework everyone: Write a note or email to a teacher from your past, telling him/her how you appreciate his/her efforts. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to figure out how to bake 1,000 cookies before February 14th.
Reading- A Return to Modesty- Wendy Shalit
Playing- "Concede" -Sister Hazel
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