Well this is unsurprising.
What is your morningness-eveningness type?
Mine says moderate evening, with melatonin onset at 10:30 and natural bedtime at 12:30. Sadly, it is quite accurate.
Moderate morning. No surprises.
Intermediate, neither morning nor evening, with some advice about seasonal affective disorder. Accurate.
A. Trees are tapped, finally!
B. Look at that snow melting!
Organizing the Teenager’s room makes me very happy indeed.
Organizing the room for $155 off because Staples customer service is a-ok? Even better.
Pride and Prejudice
and an afternoon of napping.
Saturday done right.
On a Friday night, you all make me happy to have you as the Lucy to my perpetual Ethel.
In homeroom today, one of my 8th graders—one of the squirreliest ones—was randomly talking about what he would do if he won the lottery. Quite honorably, he began describing all the people he would help with the money before he listed out the new toys he would amass.
Then he turned to me and asked what I would buy for all of them, for all my students.
I said, “What? Why would I be buying anything for all of you?”
He said, “Because you’re one of those people who would use the money to make it better here, for us. You’d probably buy iPads or laptops for every kid to have one. To keep.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I had just yesterday afternoon been dreaming of all I might do with a lottery win, and darned if the only school related item on the list was a resignation letter.
At least he thinks well of me, right? That’s what counts.
I was going to be a smartass and write that my happy today was because THAT kid was absent.
But this fountain Diet Coke is my treat when I do the groceries every Friday, and it definitely makes me happy.
Sometimes when things get a little tense in the classroom, I lighten up my own mood by imagining all the kids as cartoon panels.
The kid who can’t stay in a seat might have literal ants in his pants or appear in my imagination as a young Dash.
The one whose hand shoots up to ask a question before I even finish the first sentence when giving instructions is Hermione, maybe.
Just a moment can make the difference before I take something personally.
Plus, none of them can see my thought balloons.
Some days it sure would be easier to post #100daysofassholes.