That was this week. Seriously. Four. Mondays. It was a long week. I wasn’t the only person who thought so–at least not among the other teachers on my campus. I think I wrote an entry on Monday. . .and then silence. It wasn’t pretty–but I made it through. The week ended with my students endeavoring to complete a ten page packet (five front to back) on homonyms, context clues, and dictionary skills as punishment for their atrocious behavior for my sub on Wednesday. NONE of my students said a WORD. . .however, during my shopping trip last night, I ran into a student I taught in 6th grade (also her big sister) who is now in 8th. She was with her mom–and after some initial chit-chat, I said, “So, Emsley–what’s the word on the street about me?” Her mom just looked at both of us wondering what I meant. Emsley’s reply? “Well, let’s put it this way. Your students are convinced that you single-handedly made the copy machine run out of ink.”
I say mission accomplished. Although–as always–I hate when the many suffer for the few.
Thad also had cold, but it fine. Victoria was gifted with a VERY NICE camera (on loan) from her Uncle Robert, and she has already been taking photos. Here is one of her Momma. 🙂
Due to a deluge of water from the heavens that came in band after band of storming–my OWN photography class today was canceled. THAT means I get to look forward to it another time. And I got to take a little nap on the couch this afternoon.
After four Mondays–a Saturday at last.