Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Some days as an educator I feel like Thumbalina standing in front of a room full of unruly monkeys. I jump up an d down screaming, "LISTEN TO ME!" Most days I speak and the hordes hear, usually they even listen, but its the end of the year. I'm sick of them, they're sick of me. To all those freaks out there who think school should go year round I say this, "Heck NO!"
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Watching a parade of maroon and white march haltingly I felt a sudden well of tears. Tears not of sadness, but tears of pride and those of gratefulness. I am so damn proud of all they've done to get here and so damn grateful that I got to help them accomplish this. That I was there, I was part of it all.