I no longer have "free internet" at my house. There's a long drawn out edition of the story that includes cocaine and drug dogs (which I slept through), but I might get shot if I tell it. A sad explanation of the spotty posting. It'll be at school or coffee shops. It's odd, but our county has blocked all private emails and facebook, etc., but we can get onto blogger.
My favorite 30 year old quotation so far is "I'm 30 but I read at a 34 year old's level," Dana Carvey said.
I'm going to spend the next hour organizing. Teaching has put the spot light on my loose organization. I not only have to keep up with my stuff, but 65 kids and 3 secretaries, 2 bosses and 1 mentor, etc. I could write a book on the mating habits of copy paper and their evil offspring: papers that need to be graded that spawn launched paper balls.
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