Squealing and Thrashing

Life right now feels like I would imagine trying to capture a greased pig would feel: just when I think I've got a purchase on the silly thing, it wriggles free and hurls itself, squealing and thrashing, in no particular direction but out of my hands. And I feel like I've taken a few hooves to the nose.

Speaking in Code?

I know I embrace foreign languages, but sometimes in mid-lesson I wonder whether I've unwittingly lapsed into one, as blank stares and uncomprehending expressions would seem to attest. Or maybe it's just Monday morning and everyone is still asleep!

Library Love

I really love my job for days like today. Today, I:

• Comforted a sick student (and sent her to the nurse)


• Helped find books about Harriet Tubman, lemurs, and The Hangman's Ghost Trick


• Was a stop on the school's Underground Railroad Simulation


• Listened to a 1st grader count as fast as she could to 150


• Celebrated a class bringing all their books back


• Promised to research why the Taj Mahal isn't in the magazine about the 7 Wonders of the World


• Promised to find out where a student can find resources about the Spruce Goose