When it’s ten twenty-nine at night and I am finally sitting down to write today’s post, all signs point (with wailing sirens, tinkly bells and flashing pink lights) to a very full day. While I waited at Wal-Mart in the line of the slowest cashier in the history of discount stores, I drew a (rare)…
The One Eyed, One Horned, Flying…Never Mind
Part of the joy of being a teacher is the fact that teenagers are utterly hilarious. Sometimes they mean to be funny, and other times they just don’t realize how entirely ridiculous they are. Last Friday afternoon, I noticed a sheet of looseleaf lying on the hallway tiles near my classroom door. It was the…
Blue Speckled Pup 