Mrs. A

my library has a great selection of magazines. my male students love to check them out and look at pictures of horses, pickups, motorcycles, and snow machines. unfortunately, some of these magazines have other pictures that are not so virtuous. so when one of these.... finds one of these... they generally find some of these too .... (Note, the example below is actually more modest than many adds I've seen lately in the magazines.) so i take one of these... and suddenly all the models in the magazines are modest, because they're wearing long black outfits. just saving one junior high male at a time. modest is hottest. yes, in several ways. over and out, a

"God has not only given us life, but He has filled the world with everything to make life desirable.." Frederick A. Aiken

i woke up bright and early this morning so i would be on time to meet the carpool group. i can't turn on all the lights in my room when i'm getting ready, because i share a room with hanna banana. she's still sound asleep at that time, so i try to be quiet and get everything done without waking her up. this morning i found my long kahki school pants, and i decided to wear a green shirt that is slightly billowy but tapers in at the waist and elbows. i also grabbed the nearest jacket, because my classroom is freezing. i can sometimes see my breath in the morning. yes, it's that bad. i ran out the door of my house, sat in my car, and got where i needed to go and taught a full day's worth of classes. during my prep hour, which is the last hour of the day, i was chatting to the principal in her office. i was playing with the top of my shirt with my fingers when I felt something that usually is not in the front. that's right folks - this morning i slipped on my shirt

Sometimes I have time to look at other blogs and facebook when I'm not engulfed in reading and grading 'not so interesting' essays written by junior high students. (We're working on the interesting part today in class.) It seems like everyone is an amateur/expert photographer, an impressive baker, a savvy fashionista, a home designer, a consistent exerciser, a seamstress extraordinaire, a political powerhouse, a cool crafter, a friendly friend, and a technology tycoon. Oh, and they usually have adorably painted toenails to boot. It just makes my mind whirl. I am probably none of the above. Actually, I can guarantee that I am none of the above. Sure, I've dabbled in a couple of the areas, but elite has never been my adjective. Don't worry folks, I'm not depressed or anything. I'm just wondering how I fit into the whole scheme of things. It's not really an identity crisis - it's figuring out how to take advantage of the blessings and opportunitie