Is it vacation time yet?

I don't know whose idea this was, but it was pretty dang cute.



I forgot all of the things I wanted to blog about. Hmmmm...

One more day. I feel like I'm already on vacation. I've already mentally checked out. Problem is, so have my students. Blarg. I'm sick of them, they're sick of me.

We are writing persuasive papers. I had a kid come to me for help with fixing his paper today. There was no help for that paper. I don't even know what it was about. Something about having self-confidence and making your own rules and don't let anyone tell you you're not good enough...like a crappy rap you wrote when you were high. I told him after reading it that I felt like I had just listened to Eminem (minus the swearing) or had a conversation with Tupac from beyond the grave. His eyes lit up and he said, "Really?" I was like, that was NOT a compliment!! This is a persuasive essay, not a drug-induced piece to read at a poetry slam. I need a vacation!!!

Goody. Courtney and her date just walked in. I am wearing a sloppy ponytail, glasses, no makeup, an old long sleeve t-shirt that belonged to Sean about 14 years ago, my pink pajama bottoms with yellow smiley faces on them... I feel so awesome.

I think I'm almost done shopping. Coincidentally, I am almost out of money. I may have a few more things to get. We'll see.

Josh just about broke my heart tonight. He got into trouble, and he got really upset and started crying these heartbroken tears about how he just knows he's on Santa's bad list. It took me a long time to convince him he's a good little boy. I really kinda hate the whole you-better-be-good-Santa's-watching thing.

Time to enter some grades and eat ice cream.