I HATE when people make E-mails urgent, when really they’re no more urgent than every other E-mail in my Inbox. I diligently answer E-mails from parents the day I receive them. When a parent designates an E-mail “urgent,” I just want to leave it without a response. For days. And days.
A group of my kids decided that they were going to do an “80s” spin on their skit. I told them that they had a resident expert on the 80s, so I could help them, as necessary. A few minutes later, a group member came up to me and said, “Wait. The 80s were when there were hippies and tree-huggers, right?” Right.
I’m moving in November. I was pre-approved for my loan. Everything’s going smoothly, and I’m so excited I could scream. Sometimes I do.
Today, at lunch, I got excited, started waving my hands, and knocked over my Diet Coke. I dumped it on my lap. By dumped, I mean dumped. There was much Coke everywhere. Today, I felt like someone had my back. I was, thankfully, wearing brown pants. Yesss…
I am so tired of grading papers. So. Tired. If you’ll grade some of my papers, I might do anything you ask of me. Anything. My arm hurts from writing with that ol’ green marker. I feel like I sold my soul to the god of green markers. He has me in his grasp.
These are the things I would tell Kim, when I got home from work. Since my plants aren’t responding so well to my daily updates, I’m passing them on to you. Cheers!
7 comments:
Oh man. That's funny.
Ha. Sherry...you can still tell me!!
...", Sherry blogged.
I will grade your papers for you, if you come out to Chicago by March 08 :)
What happens on March 8th?
I like to read your updates! I'll grade some papers. :) Since my kids can't write yet, they don't have homework.
Nothing - I just thought that I would give you a window of time, Jan-March of 2008 to come and visit - since I will be adjusting to a new place, it would be good to have a visit from a dear friend. No coded messages here :)
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