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I just finished grading all of the performance finals. I worked on them for about 4 hours yesterday and about 4 hours today. I'm wiped-out. Next week, they'll take the real final exams, which are all multiple choice--and on scantrons (!!) so those'll be a cinch to grade.
Now I'm just chillaxin' on the DeWitt's couch with future-father-in-law, waiting for future-mil to come home from directing kiddies choir. Daniel has a show tonight in Atlanta which starts at 8:15, so we're going to go out there and see him when she gets back. I know--on a school night! I'm getting all crazy now that it's the end of the semester.
The mere thought of Christmas break makes me quiver with glee. The Friday after next Daniel and I will attend his family's annual Christmas part in Huntsville and then the next day we're driving down to Naples! I'm so happy to see my family. This year my mom wants all of my family (every divorced little part of it) to come to our house on Christmas morning. It should be...interesting. If Daniel still wants to marry into my family after what could possibly be the most awkward Christmas ever, I'll know it's true love.
I have a huge cold sore scab on my lip and last night in the middle of the night I accidentally scraped it off. It was quite painful. Why did i just type that?
As you can see, not too much has been going on with me. I'm mostly kept busy by school work and dreaming of Christmas. Of a white Christmas. A white, sandy Christmas in good old Naples, FL. With my mom.
I haven't had my hair highlighted in 1.5 years, and I think I might have to describe myself as a brunette now. Should I get it highlighted for the wedding? I can't decide.
One of the other new chemistry teachers, who, coincidentally, is also named Mrs. Thomas (well, she's a Mrs., I'm a Ms.), up and quit two weeks ago. Just like that. So, many of my students thought it was I. When I told them it wasn't, they asked "well, if it were you, would it be because of us?" Since it was someone in 4th period who asked this question, and since I'm not one to lie, I told them yes. Ha. Is that bad?
Sometimes my kids tell me I'm their favorite teacher--I'm not quite sure if they are sucking-up or not. Some of my kids also tell me that I stink at teaching. I'm pretty sure that they are not sucking up. They just suck in general.
Lately, I've been having dreams about my students. That's all I have to say about that.
Love,
Mackenzie
Now I'm just chillaxin' on the DeWitt's couch with future-father-in-law, waiting for future-mil to come home from directing kiddies choir. Daniel has a show tonight in Atlanta which starts at 8:15, so we're going to go out there and see him when she gets back. I know--on a school night! I'm getting all crazy now that it's the end of the semester.
The mere thought of Christmas break makes me quiver with glee. The Friday after next Daniel and I will attend his family's annual Christmas part in Huntsville and then the next day we're driving down to Naples! I'm so happy to see my family. This year my mom wants all of my family (every divorced little part of it) to come to our house on Christmas morning. It should be...interesting. If Daniel still wants to marry into my family after what could possibly be the most awkward Christmas ever, I'll know it's true love.
I have a huge cold sore scab on my lip and last night in the middle of the night I accidentally scraped it off. It was quite painful. Why did i just type that?
As you can see, not too much has been going on with me. I'm mostly kept busy by school work and dreaming of Christmas. Of a white Christmas. A white, sandy Christmas in good old Naples, FL. With my mom.
I haven't had my hair highlighted in 1.5 years, and I think I might have to describe myself as a brunette now. Should I get it highlighted for the wedding? I can't decide.
One of the other new chemistry teachers, who, coincidentally, is also named Mrs. Thomas (well, she's a Mrs., I'm a Ms.), up and quit two weeks ago. Just like that. So, many of my students thought it was I. When I told them it wasn't, they asked "well, if it were you, would it be because of us?" Since it was someone in 4th period who asked this question, and since I'm not one to lie, I told them yes. Ha. Is that bad?
Sometimes my kids tell me I'm their favorite teacher--I'm not quite sure if they are sucking-up or not. Some of my kids also tell me that I stink at teaching. I'm pretty sure that they are not sucking up. They just suck in general.
Lately, I've been having dreams about my students. That's all I have to say about that.
Love,
Mackenzie