Edubabble and other Blither

It took a good half hour for me to find my way out, but I did it. I wanted to take a picture of an old theater near my hotel, but I didn't take enough time to reorient myself so I could get on the road expeditiously. Instead I took the scenic route. I was surprised that there are neighborhoods in Port City where all the businesses' signs are en espanol.

It had been a good ending to class. They were a riot! And many of them are so young! I don't, however, want to become like the rambling post office employee at the hotel bar one afternoon: How the hell did I get to be 50? 50! 50 fucking years have gone by! How?

Speaking of youth, Student Teacher Chick was hired at Big Time Steel City Suburban High School. I haven't had a chance to talk to her yet, but I can't wait to find out all the details.

One the last night in Port City, the Senora and I checked out West Side Story at the community theater. Very well done. We had a blast. It IS good to be home, though.

Now it's time to start thinking about school. I'm not sure I'm ready for that, though, but I'm sure I will be. We recently got our state reading, writing, and math scores back, and they were pretty damn good. The best news of all is that this year I decided I didn't care. I just taught them how I thought they should be taught, what I thought they should be taught about reading and writing. Hey, it worked out well. (7 out of the 10 students who scored advanced in writing were mine.) Unfortunately, though, this year in eighth grade we're doing an, ahem, program, and I'm not looking forward to it.

I'm also not really looking forward to returning all the phone calls that accumulated while I was gone, but I really should go and do that. Then, on to painting.