Our computer was down, and we finally got it back. The word processing seems to be jacked up now. It randomly moves the cursor on me while I'm typing. It never used to do this before. Stupid thing. I have all kinds of projects that I started before it crashed that I now need to finish. Starting with my taxes. Yuck.
I sat in an IEP meeting recently where the school psychologist told the student that end-of-level tests are for the teachers and it doesn't matter if you fail them. He seriously said that. Then he was like, "Those tests aren't for you to worry about. We worry about them because they make us look good." And then he seemed to be looking to me to back him up, and I'm positive he could see that I wanted to strangle him with his own tie. Are you kidding me? End of level tests are used by the state to determine a school's report card, and the results are published for the community. There is a bill before the legislature, which I'm sure will pass, that will make end of level test scores public by teacher name. The next step within the next several years will then be to tie teacher salaries to those test results. But please, feel free to tell my students that the test doesn't matter and they can fail it with no consequences to themselves.
Lexi finally got a haircut. This is a big deal. The first and last time she got a haircut, when she was like 2, she cried the whole time and wouldn't let the stylist even finish. So I had to cut her hair at home ever since then, and it wasn't pretty. But yesterday she finally let me take her to a salon, and she got a cute little haircut.
I got my hair done too, and I went darker this time. Eh. It's fine. It'll do.
My back had been hurting really, really bad the end of last week. I could barely walk. Thursday I was contemplating crawling out of the building after work. I went in to see the chiropractor that afternoon out of desperation. I went back in today to have them tell me about the x-rays and to find out what treatment they proposed. Almost $1000 worth of treatment, that's what. Nope, not going to happen. I just paid almost $1000 for Josh's braces. I'm done spending money. So what now? That's the question.
It was nice to have a holiday last Monday, but it was counteracted by parent-teacher conferences. That night lasted for a hundred hours. It wasn't very busy, so I had a ton of time to get some things done, but every time I would look at the clock it was only 5 minutes later. I read a book on argumentation and took some notes that I now need to transcribe into a handout for my students. I needed to have that done today. Didn't happen. Stress.
I got to go up to Weber State for English Quest last Friday. That's always fun times. Judged lots of cute kids doing Reader's Theater, and got to know the drama teacher better. She's from Albuquerque, too. Got to ride the smelly school bus. That's always a bonus.
I read an article about public breastfeeding the other day that got me all kinds of pissed off. Some people were arguing that women shouldn't breastfeed without a cover over them, no matter how skilled at concealing it they are, because someone might glimpse a little skin. First, don't look! Second, you can see that much skin at a swimming pool any day of the week. Third, don't look! Seriously. How hard is it to avert your eyes. The argument was being made by many that women breastfeeding without a cover in Sacrament meeting at church are forcing the poor horny deacons (and the men in the church) to look at boobs. Seriously? You know how hard it is to really even see what anyone else is doing in Sacrament meeting? You'd have to crane and strain to even see anything, let alone a little square of boob. The deacons are sitting up front with their backs to the congregation half the time, and the other half they are playing on their phones or staring at their shoes, not trying to see what moms with babies are doing halfway across the chapel. The men can just not look. The argument was made that it's a distraction. Yes, many things are a distraction. Little kids, bad comb overs, people with lettuce in their teeth, people who sing off-key... but we don't make any of them feel unwelcome. Leave the nursing moms alone, whether they cover or don't. They're just trying to feed their babies.
Courtney and I checked out a caterer on Saturday. We liked the food, but didn't like the price. Still looking.
We went to mom's house for dinner and to celebrate Eric's birthday on Sunday night. It was fun to visit with my family, and mom made some great soup and brownies. Katie made Superman cupcakes that were super cute. My family rocks. I have the cutest nieces and nephews.
The kids started back up with swim lessons this week, and Josh is getting his braces on tomorrow. I have the opportunity to judge at a debate tournament, but I think I will pass on it. February is almost over. Bring on March!
February Goals:
Weight loss: fail
Bedtime: fail
Finances: mostly win
March Goals:
Be healthier (do health challenge at work)
Stick to the budget again
Have a March party
I sat in an IEP meeting recently where the school psychologist told the student that end-of-level tests are for the teachers and it doesn't matter if you fail them. He seriously said that. Then he was like, "Those tests aren't for you to worry about. We worry about them because they make us look good." And then he seemed to be looking to me to back him up, and I'm positive he could see that I wanted to strangle him with his own tie. Are you kidding me? End of level tests are used by the state to determine a school's report card, and the results are published for the community. There is a bill before the legislature, which I'm sure will pass, that will make end of level test scores public by teacher name. The next step within the next several years will then be to tie teacher salaries to those test results. But please, feel free to tell my students that the test doesn't matter and they can fail it with no consequences to themselves.
Lexi finally got a haircut. This is a big deal. The first and last time she got a haircut, when she was like 2, she cried the whole time and wouldn't let the stylist even finish. So I had to cut her hair at home ever since then, and it wasn't pretty. But yesterday she finally let me take her to a salon, and she got a cute little haircut.
I got my hair done too, and I went darker this time. Eh. It's fine. It'll do.
My back had been hurting really, really bad the end of last week. I could barely walk. Thursday I was contemplating crawling out of the building after work. I went in to see the chiropractor that afternoon out of desperation. I went back in today to have them tell me about the x-rays and to find out what treatment they proposed. Almost $1000 worth of treatment, that's what. Nope, not going to happen. I just paid almost $1000 for Josh's braces. I'm done spending money. So what now? That's the question.
It was nice to have a holiday last Monday, but it was counteracted by parent-teacher conferences. That night lasted for a hundred hours. It wasn't very busy, so I had a ton of time to get some things done, but every time I would look at the clock it was only 5 minutes later. I read a book on argumentation and took some notes that I now need to transcribe into a handout for my students. I needed to have that done today. Didn't happen. Stress.
I got to go up to Weber State for English Quest last Friday. That's always fun times. Judged lots of cute kids doing Reader's Theater, and got to know the drama teacher better. She's from Albuquerque, too. Got to ride the smelly school bus. That's always a bonus.
I read an article about public breastfeeding the other day that got me all kinds of pissed off. Some people were arguing that women shouldn't breastfeed without a cover over them, no matter how skilled at concealing it they are, because someone might glimpse a little skin. First, don't look! Second, you can see that much skin at a swimming pool any day of the week. Third, don't look! Seriously. How hard is it to avert your eyes. The argument was being made by many that women breastfeeding without a cover in Sacrament meeting at church are forcing the poor horny deacons (and the men in the church) to look at boobs. Seriously? You know how hard it is to really even see what anyone else is doing in Sacrament meeting? You'd have to crane and strain to even see anything, let alone a little square of boob. The deacons are sitting up front with their backs to the congregation half the time, and the other half they are playing on their phones or staring at their shoes, not trying to see what moms with babies are doing halfway across the chapel. The men can just not look. The argument was made that it's a distraction. Yes, many things are a distraction. Little kids, bad comb overs, people with lettuce in their teeth, people who sing off-key... but we don't make any of them feel unwelcome. Leave the nursing moms alone, whether they cover or don't. They're just trying to feed their babies.
Courtney and I checked out a caterer on Saturday. We liked the food, but didn't like the price. Still looking.
We went to mom's house for dinner and to celebrate Eric's birthday on Sunday night. It was fun to visit with my family, and mom made some great soup and brownies. Katie made Superman cupcakes that were super cute. My family rocks. I have the cutest nieces and nephews.
The kids started back up with swim lessons this week, and Josh is getting his braces on tomorrow. I have the opportunity to judge at a debate tournament, but I think I will pass on it. February is almost over. Bring on March!
February Goals:
Weight loss: fail
Bedtime: fail
Finances: mostly win
March Goals:
Be healthier (do health challenge at work)
Stick to the budget again
Have a March party