The Ivory Tower

I love grad school. Love love love. Too bad it has no bearing on the reality of my teaching career. I guess it's good to know what's wrong with our education system, right? Sadly, after each class, my mind is wrapped around the million reasons why we ineffectively serve our students...in special ed., bilingual ed., basically all the little ones who don't fit in the box. Happily, my mind races with the adrenaline that accompanies processing new knowledge. Well, that and the big ass coffee I had before class.

I took a sick day today. Sick as in I needed to sleep in and be lazy. My little ducklings will miss me and then they'll love me even more tomorrow. It's all in my master plan. This week we're studying "friends." It's a hard concept for them so we pretty much talk about how to be nice to our friends at school. My favorite book for the topic: "Hands Are Not For Hitting." I love it. They also make a "Teeth Are Not For Biting" and a "Feet Are Not For Kicking."

I'm reading Lies My Teacher Told Me by James Loewen and listening to Elliot Smith's XO. I want to know the sign language word for drugs so I can talk about freaky people behind their backs except really in front of them.