Here are this week’s Days in a Sentence:
I guess I will start with myself. I am off in Denver this weekend with another retreat with the National Writing Project. But at home, we have a new family member (not two-legged). So:
I’m in Denver, thinking about the web, while back home, a Duke the dog has joined our household, no doubt thinking about food.
Art is already seeing something down the road … is it the light? Uh oh.
As the year begins to draw to a close, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Lynn was hoping to lighten the mood a bit — seriousness followed by fun.
Test prep has cooked us all – it’s time for some Friday games!
wait a sec … is sara playing football? sara?
is it bad that my own football coaches have asked me to buy armpads to lessen the panopoly of bruises i’ve collected?
Summer poked its head into New England last week … hot hot hot …. and Mary saw its effects on her students.
This week’s weather has been a rollercoaster ride of 900 one day and 600 the next, which sapped the energy of our most active students.
Spring’s push forward brought some reflective moments for Eric. Our thoughts are with you. Keep the memories of good times with you, friend.
Despite the trees joining the spring revolution with their blooming leaf flowers, this is a sad week for me as I celebrate my no longer here mom’s birthday.
Mary Lee uses a good metaphor to catch the season and its pace.
May approaches ever so slowly (snail style)…then WHOOSHES past (gazelle style) before we can process the fact that it is finally here!
It sounds like Matt is sitting in an intriguing position.
I’ve gone from no options to too many.
Bonnie has returned from her annual sojourn to Israel and quickly got back into the teaching.
I’m back from Israel, embracing jet lag and deal with my no service Iphone before I hit the road to Dover Middle School for lots of 6th grader digital stories to push to the finish line. I’m exhausted just writing into my day, but it’s good to be home, no matter what!
Larry sounds a bit like me. And you?
State testing — ugh!
Barb, like so many of us, is looking ahead and balancing the calendar with tasks and finding one comes up a bit short.
Wondering how everything is supposed to fit before the end of the school year, trying to compact and compile, dealing with antsy students taking the Indiana achievement testing again for the third time this year, I finally got my PGP for teacher evaluation summarized last week and I am beginning to see the “light at the end of the tunnel”. Oh, beautiful spring!
Gail P. is making the adjustment back. Somewhat.
Mind and body are lagging after a wonderful week in the American Southwest.
Hmmm. Now, Paul has an interesting question. Very interesting. (I say, give her her space and withdraw as a follower, but that’s just me)
Wondering if I should stop following my fall student teacher on twitter when she starts to give her a place to ask questions and complain about me without having to worry about my reaction?
April conjures up Rod Serling (cue: theme song and odd plot twists)
Not one single meeting after school hours this week; have I entered the Twilight Zone?
Anne M. had a special moment — a special connection with her son recently.
As I teach in a small prep to year 12 school, I have taught all of my children, but how special it has been to actually teach with my son on the same staff for four months whilst he was home in Australia. (Sadly he has just flown back to London)
It’s been a long week finishing April;
While I’m not averse to verse I’m versed out.
And Cynthia brings a smile to my face (as usual) with her devious plans for sweet revenge.
The seniors skipped school Friday, but do I have a surprise for them when they return to English class Monday: we will be together two periods in a row because I’ve agreed to help out a teacher who’s wife is having surgery and we will finish Macbeth before the fifth hour bell rings.
Peace (in your days, too),
PS — Ken will be the host for Day in a Sentence this coming week.