Thursday, January 25, 2007
January Made Me Shiver with Every Paper I'd Deliver
My new pedometer's working it, or so it seems. I think it's giving me too many steps, though. Maybe the universe is trying to make amends. The knees have been okay, too, probably because I'm not climbing hills on the treadmill any more but instead keeping it level.
Our school has recently won a Prestigious National Award, but it hasn't been announced yet. Very exciting. Important People came to visit, the dog was put on, then accompanied the pony in a performance, but we do deserve it. I think we've got a really cool thing going on.
Next week is the annual C.U.S.S. Day (Corporations United with and Serving Schools). For the past five years, our school district has run a two-hour delay for the kids in January. During those two hours, all teachers go to "work" with an area professional, and then those area professionals come to school and speak to the students about their jobs. It's okay, I guess. I do have one concern, though. Last year I was sent to church. Yes, a house of God. No one was hurt in the ensuing lightning strike, thank goodness. This year I'm going to have a therapist speak to my classes. Am I missing something here? What's next? A twelve-step program? An insane asylum?
We're supposed to get snow, and, yes, I'm praying. I'm ready for a snow day.
Our school has recently won a Prestigious National Award, but it hasn't been announced yet. Very exciting. Important People came to visit, the dog was put on, then accompanied the pony in a performance, but we do deserve it. I think we've got a really cool thing going on.
Next week is the annual C.U.S.S. Day (Corporations United with and Serving Schools). For the past five years, our school district has run a two-hour delay for the kids in January. During those two hours, all teachers go to "work" with an area professional, and then those area professionals come to school and speak to the students about their jobs. It's okay, I guess. I do have one concern, though. Last year I was sent to church. Yes, a house of God. No one was hurt in the ensuing lightning strike, thank goodness. This year I'm going to have a therapist speak to my classes. Am I missing something here? What's next? A twelve-step program? An insane asylum?
We're supposed to get snow, and, yes, I'm praying. I'm ready for a snow day.