The battle
Last week was unreasonably hard. Tracking down students to make them turn assignments in so that they wouldn't get a bad grade. It's hard to give students bad grades. Especially when I like them so much.
Then it was cloudy and grey all week. And the weather turned cold which made my body hurt all over. Seriously, I think I'm going to get arthritis any time now. But the greyness and coldness just made it really difficult to feel good. Plus, since it was so cold and windy, we're talking Nebraka-ish wind here people, I wasn't walking to and from school as much. All of this and more made me break down a bit on Thursday. Lots of crying ensued. Friday was a little better. I felt on the verge of tears, but I don't think I actually cried. So I decided that was improvement. The weekend was better. It got sunny again, even though it was still windy.
On Saturday night we bought season one of Grey's Anatomy. On Sunday we bought season two and a new DVD player, because our other DVD player went on the fritz. And then Michael opened it up to try to fix it. Apparently not a great idea. But we were able to get our DVDs out of the machine so that was good. I don't know what we'll do when we finish season two.
I taught a short communication session to a group of sixth, seventh and eighth graders yesterday. We played the telephone game and then had them split into pairs. One person had a picture and described it to the other person who had to draw it just on the description, they couldn't see it. So they had fun and I told them that communication is the key to life.
I'm looking forward to going to my mom's house at Thanksgiving. I'm homesick. We
should be there three weeks from today. Wow, that's soon. And yeah, time is flying.
Now I have to plan for three days of classes this week. So yeah. Peace.