I manuever through the copious red tape of education with the grace of a haggard drunk. I stumble across effective practice and good ideas like he'd run into a pole. For instance, I was lamenting the chunk of change I was going to lay down for classes I won't receive credit but have to have to get licensed. I started at a private college that charged $980 for a 3 credit hour class, then I stumbled upon a state school that charges $375, and then I landed on a community college that charges $162. The difference is staggering (keeping with my metaphor). I have nothing to prove: I have decent degrees-- I'm going for the cheapest because they are all online. Although I might splurge and take Grammar in Modern English at my Alma Mater. It's a little sick, but I'm excited about the grammar course.
I administered my first standarized test today. It was 141 minutes of stressful tedium. The test was fine and boring, but as soon as it was my students morphed into wild banshees. Of course, three of my wildest kids have run out of their ADHD medicine. Yowsers.
P.S. I loathe all forms of administration and record-keeping.
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