Today was the day I handed in a big paper for my graduate school class, which means one-third of my plate has been cleared. I’m relieved, yes, but it hasn’t quite sunk in that I’ve actually handed over the paper. It might take until next week when I don’t actually have to go to class that I realize I’m one step closer to getting my damn degree.
Meanwhile, the sophs are giving impromptu speeches and then a formal demonstration speech. Today, one of the cherubs delivered this line during his impromptu: “The worst thing about our school is the shitty building.”
“Um, language?” I suggested helpfully, rolling my eyes.
“YOU SAID to speak as if we were speaking to friends,” he snarked.
“Well,” I clarified calmly, “I meant speaking to friends without swearing.”
He laughed, as did most of the audience. “Well that would never happen.” Pause. “Duh.”
I considered this moment a reminder that the other two thirds of my plate are still decidedly full.
Congrats on turning in the paper.
ReplyDeleteUm, that's all I've got to say, guess.
I hope I don't swear to the sixers before june 7, the last day of school. I told a kid he was acting like a "fool" today. Really unnecessary. I've felt not too happy with myself all afternoon.
ReplyDeleteI like the improv idea. That sounds hard.
happy weekend.
The kids have all gone crazy. Is there a full moon or something?
ReplyDeletethe kids HAVE gone crazy. i totally agree. ;)
ReplyDeletei have almost sworn at them many times this month. they just need to settle down and do as i say, and everything will be okay.
Dare I suggest that maybe the teachers go a little crazy at this time too? Just a thought ....
ReplyDeleteP.S. I'm Jdoc's sister and I forgot that I was commenting on some other blog than hers... ooops. I only suggest this because I know and love many teachers in my life. ;-)
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