I get sick two weeks away from the students. As punishment, my body decides to become ill. My wife says that I get sick because I miss my students. I think she’s joking because if any student reads this they’re probably getting excited about the prospect of a substitute teacher the day they return from [...]
Yesterday afternoon, before we leave work, our Assistant Principal makes the following announcement: All after-school activities are canceled. Please check the website before you call or come in to school tomorrow.
That’s right. It’s that time of year. Every now and then I order something on the Internet that I don’t have delivered to my two safe zones–work or parents’ house. It’s already bad enough that when a box arrives my dad just asks me if it’s my “little men” of miniature toy soldiers, or that [...]
The Internet makes you stupid. I believe this is a scientifically proven study. If it isn’t, then someone better get on it if they want to contend for the Nobel Peace Prize.
My wife works with children. Specifically, she works with children in the library. Today she gets to hold the pinata over their heads and help them tear its skin apart so that they can gorge themselves on its candy organs.
My plan is as perfect as it’s convoluted. Work, stay after work, travel northeast to game, travel southeast to pickup my wife, go home and sleep at 11-12. This way, my students get to rehearse and makeup exams, I get to play Necromunda with some new fellas, and my wife gets a ride home instead [...]
I have a deadline, and several dead lines. 24 weeks of lesson plans due by Friday, even though I’ve submitted at least 20 of them previously, give or take. Progress report grades due this week. Want a new idea for the next week. Barriers to completion:
We joke about how little snow there is in the morning based on the weather reports from the day before. It’s nothing more than a little rain where we are, though a tune in to the radio or news would have told us a different story.
The Hermit Cave is dank and deep, but sometimes it takes just a bit more scrubbing to wash the stank out of outside world excusions.
I’m at GenCon. While I’m there, my wife sees my niece at a family party back in Chicago. She’s four (my niece), and she still gets a little confused when we tell her things.