Hey, not sure if anyone's still following this journal here or not. Most of the action happens over on DreamWidth these days, although I crosspost a few things (almost all friendslocked). A lot of it is pseudo-personal Pagan stuff. I'd love to do fannish discussion over there, but most of my fandoms are poorly represented on DW, more's the pity ( Read more... )

I genuinely can't tell if I really am this anxious or if I've just overdosed on caffeine.

*jitters*

Bad News: The Texas State Board of Education passed their stupid Islamophobic resolutionVery Slightly Mitigating News: Only by one vote. (7-6, if anyone was curious ( Read more... )

Wow, two great "I quit" stories and it's only Tuesday: a would-be broker, by e-mail, with surprise revelations about the boss, and a flight attendant, by the emergency chute, with beer.

Tomorrow is the TAKS English Language Arts test for all high-school grade levels.

We will be testing from 8:30 am until 12:30 pm, if all goes well. If all does not go well, then we will go longer than that ( Read more... )

Oh, holy crap. It looks like Governor Goodhair is trying to appoint a fundamentalist home-schooler to chair the state Board of Education.

How is someone who thinks public schools are "unconstitutional" even qualified to hold that position?

Grr arrgh.

So my department head asked if I'd be interested in piloting the new math course next year ( Read more... )

Home for break. Brought way too much home with me to do. I have been behind Sisyphus's boulder ever since Ike. Maybe I can manage to get caught up over the next couple of weeks.

Have some of my holiday shopping done, but not enough. And doing it this weekend is going to be hellish.

*collapses*

Sent home from work as soon as school let out for the day. School cancelled tomorrow. We're supposed to check the weatherline/website to make sure our schools are open on Monday. However, they are not moving the progress report deadline.

*scratches head*

Much grading brought home to do tomorrow . . .

. . . three days late. Thank the gods for corrections. If someone had told me that the two biggest impact on my life being a floating teacher would have were losing ten pounds and being constantly behind on my grading, I'd have laughed, but . . .

Anyway, I'm still here, just fried.