Well. Now that we've gotten the school exorcised, can we get back to business?

And once again, we've survived the first week of school. Hard to believe this will be my third year already. I still remember when my supervising teacher told me "Don't ever smile until after Christmas. That way they know you mean business."

The promenade. It comes.

Hard to believe I've been here for almost a year already.

I still feel like I just graduated, myself.

It's so nice to feel things warming up again. Though that does seem to make for rowdier classrooms. Everyone seems to be coming down with Spring Fever. Teachers included, from the sounds of it.

Enough is enough. Regardless of religious preference, you don't have to agree with a person's lifestyle or beliefs in order to accept them, and treat them with respect.

 I'm so glad the days are getting longer. Not that I don't love sunsets, but when it gets dark so early...anyway, I'm looking forward to spring.

Mahalo. Again.

[Filtered to Howell]

Howell, I wonder if you could join me for lunch sometime? I've made something for you, but I didn't want to announce it, as it will no doubt elicit a few juvenile jokes about getting lei'd.

I wanted to thank someone for the rather embarrassing display of flowers that everyone saw in my classroom at the beginning of the week, but I'm afraid that I can't do it justice--so I will just say mahalo.

[OOC: Today, flowers were delivered to Lulu's classroom. The card read:

"Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbidfancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

- Be safe."]

Why am I still grading at this hour? Someone please tell me that caffeine would be a very bad idea right now.