My Special Valentine

One of my students gave me a valentine story.

"Once apon a time there was a girl and boy named Olivia and Darius Smith. They was going to the beach and they kept staring at each other while they were hanging with there friends. They were about to get a divorce but they madly couldn't resist each other and happily married each other and she became a smith."

You should see the drawing of Olivia and Darius that came with the story.

One Month...

...Left until comps. Fourteen weeks left in school. Only a small ounce of sanity left in my body.

School and school are going well. I'm busy with studying and paperwork and educational testing. The kids are ready for some snow days, but I don't know if we'll actually get any. This weekend I intend on studying and sewing. That always makes for a funfilled, exciting break from the daily grind.

Nothing new... Henry's fine, Troy's fine. I'm fine. Today I learned that kids can be hateful and then best friends and cruel and sweet- all in thirty seconds.

Long Time

I know, its been simply FOREVER since I posted. Right now I'm avoiding work, so I figured I'd do this. I fell down the stops last night due to ice, so my back is hurting. We got about six inches of snow on Saturday, which was beautiful. It was unfortunate that it happened on a Saturday. We had a one hour delay this morning, but I want some full days off. We still have six.

I've been dieting well, and I'm down to 180, ten pounds lost since returning from the cruise. I'm four pounds shy of where I was when I fell off the WW wagon. I'm proud that I'm doing it my way, and my way is pretty easy to stick to. Mom- have you found what your goal is yet?

Henry still has runny poo. He's also being a booger by wanting to sit on my lap in my orange chair. Its hard to do a crossword puzzle with him on top of me. We're waiting for the results of his latest fecal film.

Not much else is going on. Four months of grad school left. It seems like that's forever away, but I know its a blink of an eye. I just want to finish up so that my time is my own again.

Today I learned that every couple of months, you simply have to throw stuff away. Otherwise, your classroom becomes a junk pit.