11.27.07
I feel like I should post.
However, I don’t have much about which to post. My neurotic need to rearrange the last sentence so it didn’t end with a preposition, perhaps?
Report cards and conferences have come and gone. Our report card is over 50 grades per kid. Sheesh. Does any parent really want that much information, or is it just a blur by grade #30? I miss letter grades computed by my grading software and transfered to the cards. Sigh. On conferences–Jamie now has a list of things I’m not allowed to say to our precious treasures’ teachers. Enough said.
Thanksgiving Break was good. We had dinner with my family, made dinner for Jamie’s family, went shopping (Jamie survived both fabric store and attempted shoe shopping on the day after Thanksgiving–he’s a keeper!), ate breakfast with long-lost Kerry (aka one of our matchmakers), and in general putzed around. I like to putz. Jeni, please don’t tell me what that means in Yiddish. It’s probably something wrong.
Now I’m back at school. Things are going okay, but I like good schools in urban districts. I feel more like I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. According to gentle, 80 year-old coworker at last school, those kids need me more. I think I might agree.
