Trepidation...

So.........I often find myself avoiding the blog simply because I am worried that what I write won't be good enough. Which is kind of silly because really, I'm just writing for me. To get things off my chest. I suppose I don't want somebody to stumble over this and say..."well there's a complete waste of the internets. what does this git think she's going to accomplish?" I would hope that no one would feel like I do after some staff meetings..... "well, there's an hour (or hour and a half) that I'll never get back." So if you feel my ramblings are a waste of your time, my abject apologies. Seriously. On that note... random catchy uppy stuff--

I've finished my Christmas shopping (yay!). I think the best thing I did was to start purchasing things in August. To be honest, the first present was a jokey one. But buying one or two along the way instead of trying to get everything in December...a brilliant plan I must say.

As I've mentioned in passing, I'm a teacher. A very rewarding and sometimes aggravating gig. recently we've had conferences. Mostly positive. The school really has (for the most part) active, engaged, and wonderful parental support. (There are occasional crazies and fruit loops but on the whole.....postive people). Anyhoo....one of my students had not shared his report card with dad. Oooops. Mom had seen it but hadn't passed on the info (interesting dynamic huh?). So, in they come for our conference....Pops sees the report card (D's and F's), and the print out saying "missing" or "late" next to a large number of assignments, and the awkward silences ensue. It was kind of amusing but really uncomfortable for me because Mom was going on about things they would do to change stuff and Dad is silently perusing the paperwork....... ooooh someone was gonna be busted.

All this after I explained to the kids for the umpteenth time that, in fact, you have to work your {ass} off to fail in my class. (I didn't say ass...but I wanted to).

Uhmmmma ummma.....I was really really sad about this story.....and I'm not sure why it affected me so much. I just started to cry. Especially when it was reported that his Dad paid to have survival packs dropped into the wilderness with clothes, food, and a note saying, "stay where you are, we're coming to get you." I'm not sure what stopped me from ugly crying but I'm glad it did.....going to work with blotchy face....not fun.

This story on the other hand cracks me up. Frankly I'm backing Barack. Too many people are vehemently opposed to Hillary.
Okay...I'm tired.