I'll take it as a sign from the powers-that-be that I should not post my current info on the J. Frank Dobie High School alumni page ( Read more... )

After multiple meetings with the porcelain god last week, and the Day of Recollection and HighSchoolX making it to the state b-ball finals this week, it's like I'm not even working. Three days a week of teaching, meaning two days per week of each class (God bless block days), I might as well have played Heads-Up-Seven-Up in all my classes for all ( Read more... )

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I remember a time in college when I was like this. During the winter months, specifically January to March, I became a hermit. I probably blamed the weather. Or Seasonal Affective Disorder. But whatever it was, I embraced it ( Read more... )

I remember a time in college when I was like this. During the winter months, specifically January to March, I became a hermit. I probably blamed the weather. Or Seasonal Affective Disorder. But whatever it was, I embraced it ( Read more... )

By my complex calculations (and a webnote from the spacekadet herself), Monica should be back in the good ol' US of A by now. I hope she fancied her trip a pleasant one, and from all of the us that have been awaiting her return, I say, "welcome home ( Read more... )

So not only is tomorrow the day that I will have my first snowboarding experience, but it's also the day that I will quit smoking...again ( Read more... )

Before I get ready for my fun Friday evening of Maneshewitz and men in small hats, I bless thee with this week's Friday Five:

1) Would you rather live in a world with or without technology such as computers, cars, airplanes, bombs?"Was your dad a terrorist? 'Cuz you're the bomb!" But seriously, I'd like to be a flapper...live in the 20's. I ( Read more... )

Three parent phone calls yesterday, two frantic parent emails this morning, and two parent-teacher conferences this afternoon, and I am absolutely sick of talking to parents.

If I ever have kids I will treat them as I was treated: If you want to fail, that's your business. But try paying bills on a fast-food salary. I can guarantee that it's not ( Read more... )

While all the men in the world were sitting at home with one hand in their pants and another hand on their beer, Margo and I took a trip to Disneyland, approximately 20 minutes from our front door ( Read more... )