I just spoke with my dad, he’s doing much better. Slightly sore, but he’s feeling well enough to get up and move around. I think he’s just happy to be out of the hospital. Surgery just doesn’t look like fun.
In other news, at the high school, seniors must do a senior board which is a combination of a research paper and a presentation over the researched topic. Today was the big day when all of the seniors present and thankfully, all of my seniors passed. It had been a grueling two months of work over presentations, papers, and speeches. Happily, it all paid off.
Hopefully I took my last post-two-master-degrees graduate class to finish adding a special education endorsement onto my teach license. I am petitioning Pacific to be forgo my last class, which is about assessment, and move onto the process of having them submit the proper forms to TSPC (Teaching Standards and Parctices Commission) stating that I’ve met their requirements… and then I hope to be done with taking classes until I am interested in becoming an administrator. We’ll see how it goes.
By the way, this is the 200th post on box of whine. I’m not sure if that’s an accomplishment.
Teaching can sometimes have that “ho-hum” persona to it but that was broken yesterday. With about ten minutes left in fifth period, our principal came over the intercom that there had been a cougar sighting down by the river which is across the street from the school. I’m sure that would have made walking home a lot more interesting. As well, I wonder if skipping dropped between fifth period and the end of the day. Nothing like a man-eating animal to curb truency.
To top it off, this morning when I came in for morning weights class, there had been a fire over in the gym complex. Apparently, dryers and their contents can be quite flamable. Not that the building was actually damaged, the dryer, on the other hand, was torched. The entire gym building did have a particular pungent stink to it, except for the weight room which was right next to the dryer room; it smelled like a marshmellow toasted a little too long.
…And people say teaching is boring.
Back into the throws of school, or at least high school.Things I must to do:
-Find somewhere to live (apartment manager)
-Apply to the Special Education Department to get another master’s degree
-Fold and put away my laundry
-Make up new unit/lesson plans
-Start my novel
I’ll pick one to do, the rest can expect the wayside.
Ashland was amazingly good. I think I could run out my days hiking and having fish ‘n’ chips. Not at once, that would be over-stimulating.
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