Sick, sick
pick, pick
wick, wick
lick, lick
Sick.
It went really, really well. Despite the fact that the other 2nd grade teacher had to go on bedrest, 8 months pregnant and had to have her replacement fill in. We did fabulously though. The parents loved us and they laughed at my funny presentation. I am so glad it's over; now we can get on with real teaching. It's amazing how much energy just the idea of Back to School Night takes up. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, especially considering I haven't finished the friday newsletter. Oh well.
It's hard to start again, but it's worse not to start. So much has gone on everyday I hardly know where to begin. And it's my birthday tomorrow. I'm off to celebrate with friends in a few minutes, despite my tired eyes. Not quite ready to give in to age, though it'd be nice to just fall into bed. Had the pleasure of attending the Fringe Festival production of Got Lucky, featuring our friend Ben. It was a fun little show about Niagra Falls barrel jumpers and the trials and tribulations of love and brotherhood. I found it interesting that selections for the festival are taken from a non-juried lottery, in order to increase the prospects of innovative and fresh performances.
Oh blog, how I miss you. Your fun pictures and anonymous postings. I know I am really busy with my new hobby, 2nd grade, but I promise to come back to you soon. It'll just take me a little time to get it out of my system. Till then, I'm thinking of you fondly.
I forgot how utterly exhausting this profession is.