Just smiling at the sound
ten more school days. it’s to so-close-you-can-taste-it level. next week is all workshops and trips and special guests, and then i have just one final week of regularly scheduled lessons to get year 9 to do something coursework worthy on wuthering heights. then it’s summer. {which means i need to do the lesson planning for summer school, but let’s not talk about that right now. it’ll ruin the mood.}
this week we discovered there is a very sensible reason for the rejection of july as national frosting month. wednesday night was exceedingly hot and the butter kept splitting from just stirring it. now i understand why there is crisco in kansas. this was the third try, with much refrigeration and an ice pack under the mixing bowl. sheesh.
purple because we were finishing this year long leadership course that is so corporately branded in purple, it’s just amusing. the course has been worth it just for the entertainment value—it was a lot of familiar american total quality management theory and analysis of emerging styles of leadership. the reading list included 7 habits and that book i can’t remember the name of that is all about a family owned coffee cart chain in seattle. at the start of every course workshop, we had to go through our ground rules. these started with everything is confidential and nothing leaves this room. it’s probably a good thing i was never called on to review the ground rules, because i don’t think i would have had the will power to say anything aside from the first rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club, and the second rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club. this was immensely funny between two of us on the course and no one else even pretended to get the connection. as part of the finish, we had to present our work, and my work included cupcakes, so i brought evidence. evidence is important when giving a presentation, right? and it’s better when the audience can eat the evidence quite happily. oh yes, and the other part of the entertainment value? it’s not a presentation, it’s a learning conversation. yes, a conversation in which one person must speak for ten minutes from their own outline. i can see so much conversation in that.
actually, it wasn’t as rubbish as i make it sound…but i did find it comical from start to finish. and now i have a certificate to prove i made it through. it’s purple, of course.
plus, i need your help
i’ll be in atlanta from the 25-30 of july.
tell me where i need to shop, please.
thank you.
and this is especially for cheryl:
and here i was, still believing that elvis lived in salina. turns out he emigrated. and he had a girlfriend! i’m sure the presley girls would not be impressed.
xlovesx
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