I started a great long post about colleagues fighting...
and stopped because I wasn't sure if I want to share information about colleagues. I didn't use names or anything...but I don't know...maybe I'm not ready to share.
I started another about using a discussion board in my literature class...but I really don't really know what to say. Using the discussion board is going very well in my AP class. But I really am not ready to talk about that. (I don't know why discussions boards would be controversial as talking about your fellow teachers, but I'm funky like that tonight.)
Vada broke the remote control. It will not work. So I have to manually change the channel on the TV. I have not been doing any channel surfing awhile now until I can figure how and where to get a new one.
I was very lazy in school today. I didn't want to do anything. I have been wanting to curl up and just nap and daydream all week.
The only time I have got excited (besides the happy dance on Tuesday) was when I saw George Micheal singing "Faith" on the "Eli Stone" commercial. But I am not even sure if I will get through the season premiere of "Lost."
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Update on Puht Boy & BIOB Boy
The semester did not start out well for Puht Boy. He was very upset that he would have to take three English classes. He acted out in class still. He was upset that I parked him right in front of my teacher's desk. He argued everyday. He wouldn't do any work.
I had a long talk with his mother. His mother worked miracles as far as I'm concerned. He sits in his desk and has turned in all his work since then. He does not switch music avery 5 minutes. He listens and does not argue.
I was a little upset when I figured out his mid term grade. He had a 69%, mostly because of the bad work he did in the first week. Then it occured to me...last semester he made a 20% in my class. He tripled his grade!
He was upset when he saw the 69% I made sure to talk to him and said that he improved vastly and I was very proud of him. I told him to pay attention to the lessons and do well on exams and he will pass the six weeks. He looked very pleased that I had praised him.
Today, we had a little problem. I'm cracking down on wasted time at the beginning of the period and so I am giving tardies to people who are not ready at the tardy bell. Both Puht Boy and BIOB boy were walking around at the bell. I sent them to the tardy desk to get a pass. Puht Boy decided to be cute and gave me that look...you know, the poor pitiful look from the cat in Shrek? Agh!!!!!! But hopefully, he won't repeat the problem tomorrow.
BIOB is trying, too. He wastes time, but is concerned about his grade. When I am talking to him, he just nods and doesn't say anything. I think he's scared I will go crazy on him again. I asked him in front of the class if he was actually going to do his work or he's just agreeing because he's scared of the crazy lady.
The class started saying...."Miss, you are not a crazy lady. You are *the* crazy lady."
I said "Thank you. I just feel the love."
I had a long talk with his mother. His mother worked miracles as far as I'm concerned. He sits in his desk and has turned in all his work since then. He does not switch music avery 5 minutes. He listens and does not argue.
I was a little upset when I figured out his mid term grade. He had a 69%, mostly because of the bad work he did in the first week. Then it occured to me...last semester he made a 20% in my class. He tripled his grade!
He was upset when he saw the 69% I made sure to talk to him and said that he improved vastly and I was very proud of him. I told him to pay attention to the lessons and do well on exams and he will pass the six weeks. He looked very pleased that I had praised him.
Today, we had a little problem. I'm cracking down on wasted time at the beginning of the period and so I am giving tardies to people who are not ready at the tardy bell. Both Puht Boy and BIOB boy were walking around at the bell. I sent them to the tardy desk to get a pass. Puht Boy decided to be cute and gave me that look...you know, the poor pitiful look from the cat in Shrek? Agh!!!!!! But hopefully, he won't repeat the problem tomorrow.
BIOB is trying, too. He wastes time, but is concerned about his grade. When I am talking to him, he just nods and doesn't say anything. I think he's scared I will go crazy on him again. I asked him in front of the class if he was actually going to do his work or he's just agreeing because he's scared of the crazy lady.
The class started saying...."Miss, you are not a crazy lady. You are *the* crazy lady."
I said "Thank you. I just feel the love."
I Did The Happy Dance Today!
The hardest part of this year has been my Sophomore Advance Placement class. I think I have already have said I am refusing to teach them again next year.
Well, their unit this six weeks is the novel Jane Eyre. And they have been absolutely refusing to read it. Each week for the past three weeks, their average grade on comprehension tests have been in the 50% range. I was mortified. As far as I could tell, only one student was actually reading the book.
If they could not comprehend the novel, how was I going to teach anything else? How am I going to teach the deeper themes and writer's craft if they would not even read the book?
The hardest and worst part came when the whole class asked to speak to me two Thursdays ago. I still yes. They started complaining and whining that they have other classwork to do and they could not possibly in any way read the required six chapters in a week. They had a TAKS essay to do too. They were complaining it was too much work. It was too hard.
I just replied these are the requirements/assignments for the class. If they didn't feel like they could do the reading and the writing, they could switch to regular English class. I wasn't going to let up. They were AP and they needed to realize that the class had tough work.
One girl got so upset. I thought she was going to have a hissy fit right in the classroom. She said, "I guess what we just said went in one ear and out the other." I replied that nothing they said hadn't occurred to me and I could not let up on my expectations.
They asked at one point if I was going to teach their class next year. I said no. (I blamed it that I didn't want to be under the pressure of another test, not them.) They decided (right in front of me) they would suffer through my class this year and get Mentor Teacher (supposedly an easier teacher with lower expectations and teaching Junior AP this year) next year.
The next day, that girl started acting up again. She failed her test horribly. When I was in the hall during the class, I saw Mentor Teacher. I expressed the fact that I was not thrilled with him at the moment and told him why. He pulled that girl out of class and talked to her. Then he came in my room and asked if he could talk to the class. He literally threw the AP Junior exam at the class and asked them if they could pass it. He said that I was a real English teacher and I was teaching them things that they needed to learn for the exam next year. He told them to lighten up on me and do their work.
I emailed Mentor Teacher right away and told him a big thank you for the support. He emailed me back and asked me to look at the test. He said that his class is screwed and would never pass it.
Last week, the kids still acted up a little last week. But we did some review of the parts of speech and I did a sing along with Schoolhouse Rocks which they got into and loved. The still failed the comprehension test miserably, but they were happier.
Then today was their next quiz. I walked into class, dreading another failure. The minute I walked in they started asking all kinds of questions. Lupita asked "What's up with Jane's dreams? Why are they so weird?" I nearly fainted. Some knew about Bertha, some did not. But they were asking questions that clearly indicated most of them had read the book! And they were excited about it!
I told them before the quiz that if their class average was a 80%, they would not have to another quiz this week. I laughed my evil laugh when I figured up the numbers....79.8%!
I like this dilemma much better the one of last week.
When I said hi to Saint Teacher, she asked me how it was going. I did the Happy Dance. She laughed at me and said I had never looked so happy.
Well, their unit this six weeks is the novel Jane Eyre. And they have been absolutely refusing to read it. Each week for the past three weeks, their average grade on comprehension tests have been in the 50% range. I was mortified. As far as I could tell, only one student was actually reading the book.
If they could not comprehend the novel, how was I going to teach anything else? How am I going to teach the deeper themes and writer's craft if they would not even read the book?
The hardest and worst part came when the whole class asked to speak to me two Thursdays ago. I still yes. They started complaining and whining that they have other classwork to do and they could not possibly in any way read the required six chapters in a week. They had a TAKS essay to do too. They were complaining it was too much work. It was too hard.
I just replied these are the requirements/assignments for the class. If they didn't feel like they could do the reading and the writing, they could switch to regular English class. I wasn't going to let up. They were AP and they needed to realize that the class had tough work.
One girl got so upset. I thought she was going to have a hissy fit right in the classroom. She said, "I guess what we just said went in one ear and out the other." I replied that nothing they said hadn't occurred to me and I could not let up on my expectations.
They asked at one point if I was going to teach their class next year. I said no. (I blamed it that I didn't want to be under the pressure of another test, not them.) They decided (right in front of me) they would suffer through my class this year and get Mentor Teacher (supposedly an easier teacher with lower expectations and teaching Junior AP this year) next year.
The next day, that girl started acting up again. She failed her test horribly. When I was in the hall during the class, I saw Mentor Teacher. I expressed the fact that I was not thrilled with him at the moment and told him why. He pulled that girl out of class and talked to her. Then he came in my room and asked if he could talk to the class. He literally threw the AP Junior exam at the class and asked them if they could pass it. He said that I was a real English teacher and I was teaching them things that they needed to learn for the exam next year. He told them to lighten up on me and do their work.
I emailed Mentor Teacher right away and told him a big thank you for the support. He emailed me back and asked me to look at the test. He said that his class is screwed and would never pass it.
Last week, the kids still acted up a little last week. But we did some review of the parts of speech and I did a sing along with Schoolhouse Rocks which they got into and loved. The still failed the comprehension test miserably, but they were happier.
Then today was their next quiz. I walked into class, dreading another failure. The minute I walked in they started asking all kinds of questions. Lupita asked "What's up with Jane's dreams? Why are they so weird?" I nearly fainted. Some knew about Bertha, some did not. But they were asking questions that clearly indicated most of them had read the book! And they were excited about it!
I told them before the quiz that if their class average was a 80%, they would not have to another quiz this week. I laughed my evil laugh when I figured up the numbers....79.8%!
I like this dilemma much better the one of last week.
When I said hi to Saint Teacher, she asked me how it was going. I did the Happy Dance. She laughed at me and said I had never looked so happy.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
I Worry Too Much
The conference with the parent went fine. Thank you for all your supportive comments.
She showed up exactly at 8 am. The office ladies called me at 8 am sharp to come to the office. I remembered to shake hands and put on my best smile. I let her talk first.
She asked me to tell her again what was happening in class with her son. I gave concrete and specific examples, not wishy washy "he's been doing this." (I read somewhere that's the best thing to do.)She was horrified and apologized to me for her son. Then the student came in and she told him basically to stop the behavior.
Then she said that her husband and her were worried about the fact that I might throw him out of the class. Here I got a little wishy washy. I said that that was a last resort. I should have been said that if the student didn't do or want to do his work that he didn't have to be in the class. He could be "moved" to another (lower level) class.
I appreciated all the supportive comments everyone made. I was really worried. I don't like talking to parents. I guess it is because I'm really shy and I really don't know what to tell them. Last year, one girl's mother told me that once I figure out how to get her daughter to behave I need to let the mother know. I am amazed that sometimes parents have so little control over their children.
Puht Boy is another student I'm worried about. He was very upset the first days of the semester because he has to retake the 2nd semester of Freshmen English. He is now taking 3 English classes. He begged me to get him out of it. (Like I have anything to do with it.) He didn't do any work this week in my class and was mouthy and goofed off most of the time. I'm really tired of babysitting him.
For example, this weeks lesson was on the difference between a main idea, summary, ant theme. So I had my student find three of their favorite English songs and write down the lyrics. Then I explained all three terms and had them fill out an organizer explaining the main idea, summary, and theme of their songs. The organizer had the terms' definitions on it. I even set up a model of what I wanted the students to do.
I sat beside PB and asked him to tell me what he song was about. He couldn't tell me. I asked him why he couldn't tell me what the song was about when he evidently liked the song and listened to it all the time. He told me he liked the beat, he didn't listen to the words. I nearly ran from the room screaming.
I had the Call Lady call his mother. I asked if she could come in and sit with PB for a few days and see how he behaves. I don't know if she will but I think it would be beneficial. I think this is the "cultural" thing the Science Goddess talked about. Sometimes, mothers here really ...I don't know what to call it. The boys are treated like little boys into high school. Boys are very precious to the mothers. Sometimes (not always) it creates real spoiled scary teenagers.
But, again, sometimes it happens to the teenage girls. I have a girl right now I called her mother because she will talk back to me and be disrespectful. The mother said that if it doesn't improve I need to call back. The girl was even more mouthy the next day!! She doesn't believe her mother will do anything!!
For all this, I have to say that the majority of parents support me in the classroom. And if they find out that their kid has been disrespectful, they will really back me up. I just have to be brave and call them.
She showed up exactly at 8 am. The office ladies called me at 8 am sharp to come to the office. I remembered to shake hands and put on my best smile. I let her talk first.
She asked me to tell her again what was happening in class with her son. I gave concrete and specific examples, not wishy washy "he's been doing this." (I read somewhere that's the best thing to do.)She was horrified and apologized to me for her son. Then the student came in and she told him basically to stop the behavior.
Then she said that her husband and her were worried about the fact that I might throw him out of the class. Here I got a little wishy washy. I said that that was a last resort. I should have been said that if the student didn't do or want to do his work that he didn't have to be in the class. He could be "moved" to another (lower level) class.
I appreciated all the supportive comments everyone made. I was really worried. I don't like talking to parents. I guess it is because I'm really shy and I really don't know what to tell them. Last year, one girl's mother told me that once I figure out how to get her daughter to behave I need to let the mother know. I am amazed that sometimes parents have so little control over their children.
Puht Boy is another student I'm worried about. He was very upset the first days of the semester because he has to retake the 2nd semester of Freshmen English. He is now taking 3 English classes. He begged me to get him out of it. (Like I have anything to do with it.) He didn't do any work this week in my class and was mouthy and goofed off most of the time. I'm really tired of babysitting him.
For example, this weeks lesson was on the difference between a main idea, summary, ant theme. So I had my student find three of their favorite English songs and write down the lyrics. Then I explained all three terms and had them fill out an organizer explaining the main idea, summary, and theme of their songs. The organizer had the terms' definitions on it. I even set up a model of what I wanted the students to do.
I sat beside PB and asked him to tell me what he song was about. He couldn't tell me. I asked him why he couldn't tell me what the song was about when he evidently liked the song and listened to it all the time. He told me he liked the beat, he didn't listen to the words. I nearly ran from the room screaming.
I had the Call Lady call his mother. I asked if she could come in and sit with PB for a few days and see how he behaves. I don't know if she will but I think it would be beneficial. I think this is the "cultural" thing the Science Goddess talked about. Sometimes, mothers here really ...I don't know what to call it. The boys are treated like little boys into high school. Boys are very precious to the mothers. Sometimes (not always) it creates real spoiled scary teenagers.
But, again, sometimes it happens to the teenage girls. I have a girl right now I called her mother because she will talk back to me and be disrespectful. The mother said that if it doesn't improve I need to call back. The girl was even more mouthy the next day!! She doesn't believe her mother will do anything!!
For all this, I have to say that the majority of parents support me in the classroom. And if they find out that their kid has been disrespectful, they will really back me up. I just have to be brave and call them.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Parent Call
The first day of school was a doozy. The hardest part was Pre-AP Sophomores again. I had to pull one student three times into the hall to tell him to stop various behaviors. First, he said, upon entering the room, that the students deserved a party. Then, while he was to be listening for instructions, he got up and crossed the room to speak to a friend. Then, he made a unrelated comment during a lecture I was giving. You know, the ones meant to derail your talk or evidence that he wasn't listening to you in the first place. Like, "What's for lunch" when you are trying to explain literary elements.
The last time I talked to him in the hall, I told him the next time I had to "talk" to him, I was dropping him from the class.
So, I wrote up a note to his parents and had the call lady call him this morning. He was a perfect angel by 3rd period.
This boy has been making trouble and causing distractions since the beginning of the school year. He's a very smart young man...too smart. My class is easily too easy for him. I totally understand he's bored. However, whenever I try to make the class better, he (and the whole class) balks. They say it's too hard. Too much work.
When call lady talked to me 5th period about the discussion, she said his father was very upset. Then, the student's mother called back and wanted to set up an appointment to speak to me and the student.
Fine. Whatever. I just hope this isn't a Dad was mad, but the student is a mama's boy and has her wrapped around his finger. I think what happened was Dad got the call, called boy at school and read him the riot act. So, student was well behaved in class. But student called the Mom and whined and said it's not his fault, I'm an orgre picking on precious ...and now she wants to read me the riot act.
I might be wrong. I hope so. I'm nervous about this.
The last time I talked to him in the hall, I told him the next time I had to "talk" to him, I was dropping him from the class.
So, I wrote up a note to his parents and had the call lady call him this morning. He was a perfect angel by 3rd period.
This boy has been making trouble and causing distractions since the beginning of the school year. He's a very smart young man...too smart. My class is easily too easy for him. I totally understand he's bored. However, whenever I try to make the class better, he (and the whole class) balks. They say it's too hard. Too much work.
When call lady talked to me 5th period about the discussion, she said his father was very upset. Then, the student's mother called back and wanted to set up an appointment to speak to me and the student.
Fine. Whatever. I just hope this isn't a Dad was mad, but the student is a mama's boy and has her wrapped around his finger. I think what happened was Dad got the call, called boy at school and read him the riot act. So, student was well behaved in class. But student called the Mom and whined and said it's not his fault, I'm an orgre picking on precious ...and now she wants to read me the riot act.
I might be wrong. I hope so. I'm nervous about this.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Professional Development Rocks!
Two days of professional development. This is what happened:
Yesterday:
1. Arrived at school about 7:30 am. Got settled and headed toward the cafeteria for breakfast. The agenda said that breakfast would be served from 7:30 - 8:00. Find the cafeteria full of teachers griping about no breakfast. I had waited till 7:45 so I didn't look like a mooch.
2. Sit next to the pregnant lady who wanted breakfast. Watched all the teachers hugging and kissing each other their welcomes back. Ever since moving here, I find this custom strange and comforting. Of course, I'm Midwestern. We don't hug and kiss unless... well, never...only to our Moms and Dads if we are really little...and aunts and uncles if our parents insist when we are little.
3. Superintendent welcomes us and apologizes for no breakfast. Says they are working on it. Superintendent leads us in a prayer. A honest-to-God Texas Baptist style prayer. I bow my head and stand up and show respect. After, I lean over to the pregnant lady and ask, "Not that it matters, but is that legal?" She whispers, "I was wondering that too. Where's breakfast?"
4. Superintendent makes a little speech about how we need to have high expectations of the students and the students will rise to our expectations. I say, stop griping then that the teachers are failing too many students when the teachers have high expectations and the students don't meet said expectations and the teacher fails them.
5. Breakfast arrives. Pregnant lady and I fight through the other teachers to get banannas and Little Debbies.
6. Team building activity. Don't ask. It's embarassing.
7. Instruction on creating a class website. Already have one. Instructor takes pity on me and instructs me on how to set up an internal blog and wiki. Yea! New toys. I also bought some stuff on Amazon.
8. Lunch. Grocery shopping.
9. Instruction on Excel. I worked on planning for the six weeks. I already know Excel.
10. Another team building activity.
11. Done.
Today:
1. Ten minute meeting.
2. A whole day of working in my room!!!!! This PD rocked!!!!
I fixed my bookcase. I moved my desk and cleaned out *everything*.
I finished planning the unit on "The Odyssey" for AP1 and started the unit on "Jane Eyre" for AP2. At least I have stuff for them to do tomorrow.
The only thing I am not looking forward to trying to "snap" the AP2 kids. I plan on telling them if they do not make a 80% in my class, I am not going to recommend for the Advanced Placement program next year. And they need my recommendation to continue. And as long as they do the work in my class with minimal effort they will receive a 70%.
Also, I have it written in my notes for tomorrow that I am suppose to discuss my late policy. I have no idea what I am going to say. Maybe, a revelation will come to me in a dream tonight.
Yesterday:
1. Arrived at school about 7:30 am. Got settled and headed toward the cafeteria for breakfast. The agenda said that breakfast would be served from 7:30 - 8:00. Find the cafeteria full of teachers griping about no breakfast. I had waited till 7:45 so I didn't look like a mooch.
2. Sit next to the pregnant lady who wanted breakfast. Watched all the teachers hugging and kissing each other their welcomes back. Ever since moving here, I find this custom strange and comforting. Of course, I'm Midwestern. We don't hug and kiss unless... well, never...only to our Moms and Dads if we are really little...and aunts and uncles if our parents insist when we are little.
3. Superintendent welcomes us and apologizes for no breakfast. Says they are working on it. Superintendent leads us in a prayer. A honest-to-God Texas Baptist style prayer. I bow my head and stand up and show respect. After, I lean over to the pregnant lady and ask, "Not that it matters, but is that legal?" She whispers, "I was wondering that too. Where's breakfast?"
4. Superintendent makes a little speech about how we need to have high expectations of the students and the students will rise to our expectations. I say, stop griping then that the teachers are failing too many students when the teachers have high expectations and the students don't meet said expectations and the teacher fails them.
5. Breakfast arrives. Pregnant lady and I fight through the other teachers to get banannas and Little Debbies.
6. Team building activity. Don't ask. It's embarassing.
7. Instruction on creating a class website. Already have one. Instructor takes pity on me and instructs me on how to set up an internal blog and wiki. Yea! New toys. I also bought some stuff on Amazon.
8. Lunch. Grocery shopping.
9. Instruction on Excel. I worked on planning for the six weeks. I already know Excel.
10. Another team building activity.
11. Done.
Today:
1. Ten minute meeting.
2. A whole day of working in my room!!!!! This PD rocked!!!!
I fixed my bookcase. I moved my desk and cleaned out *everything*.
I finished planning the unit on "The Odyssey" for AP1 and started the unit on "Jane Eyre" for AP2. At least I have stuff for them to do tomorrow.
The only thing I am not looking forward to trying to "snap" the AP2 kids. I plan on telling them if they do not make a 80% in my class, I am not going to recommend for the Advanced Placement program next year. And they need my recommendation to continue. And as long as they do the work in my class with minimal effort they will receive a 70%.
Also, I have it written in my notes for tomorrow that I am suppose to discuss my late policy. I have no idea what I am going to say. Maybe, a revelation will come to me in a dream tonight.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Note To Self: Ten "Commandents" of Teaching
1. Do not have a bad attitude about professional development. Just go. Do the work. Remember, you do not have a choice whether you go or not. Nothing is gained by griping about it. Stop wasting energy on it.
2. Do not be hurt that when the students are being ungrateful and jerks.
3. Do not respond in kind when the students are being ungrateful and jerks.
4. Do not be concerned with what the other teachers are doing in our department. Do not be judgemental. You are only a second year teacher. Be concerned with your own job and do it well. That is all that matters.
5. Do notice the good students more. The majority of your students are very good, decent and smart children.
6. Do not let it get you down when plans fall through or do not go your way. You are only a second year teacher. Nothing is perfect (including you.)
7. Do not expect kids to act like grown ups. They are kids. Lack of maturity is a defining characteristic of kids.
8. Do not be disappointed when adults do not act like grown ups. A sad fact that we have learned is most people do not grow past a high school maturity. Sad, but true. No point railing against the truth.
9. Do set aside Sunday to rest and do no schoolwork on this day. Enjoy. Drive. Read. Create.
10. Treat all people the way I would like to be treated.
2. Do not be hurt that when the students are being ungrateful and jerks.
3. Do not respond in kind when the students are being ungrateful and jerks.
4. Do not be concerned with what the other teachers are doing in our department. Do not be judgemental. You are only a second year teacher. Be concerned with your own job and do it well. That is all that matters.
5. Do notice the good students more. The majority of your students are very good, decent and smart children.
6. Do not let it get you down when plans fall through or do not go your way. You are only a second year teacher. Nothing is perfect (including you.)
7. Do not expect kids to act like grown ups. They are kids. Lack of maturity is a defining characteristic of kids.
8. Do not be disappointed when adults do not act like grown ups. A sad fact that we have learned is most people do not grow past a high school maturity. Sad, but true. No point railing against the truth.
9. Do set aside Sunday to rest and do no schoolwork on this day. Enjoy. Drive. Read. Create.
10. Treat all people the way I would like to be treated.
Note To Self: Don't Feed the Dog Spree
I was sitting on the couch eating Spree (s? I don't know...they are definitely plural). I like to leave them in my mouth until they dissolve. Vada thinks everything mine is hers too. She sat very ladylike beside me giving puppy eyes and looking at the box and then at me. So I shared.
They must be pure sugar. She was literally bouncing off walls for 24 hours. She had fun.
Last Day of Vacation
I can't believe that today is the last day of vacation! I have ten million things to do before I start teaching on Wednesday. (The next two days are professional development.) This week just went by so fast. I remember thinking Monday that I have plenty of time to get everything done. Then it was Tuesday and I thought I couldn't do any work on New Years. Then Miss Teacha at Confessions from the Couch wrote that past episodes of Lost were posted at the abc website. There went Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
Lost started when I worked nights a couple of years ago. Then I went back to school and TV just wasn't that important. So I missed a great deal of the episodes. The last season I watched all the episodes. What was enjoyable about watching the first season was seeing all the hints and mysteries before they were solved. Of course, there are tons of new mysteries on the show. I love it when a TV show is smart and makes the viewer figure things on their own.
Nothing else really done. This morning I laid in bed and kinda planned out the first day of school. I still have all the planning to do for three units. I know that once I start working on it I won't be able to stop. It's just that initial little push I have to do to get started. What's stopping me right now is that I really need to do laundry (which means I have to load up the car and go to the laudermat...which means I have to put on a bra), grocery shopping (which also means a bra), actually finishing a book I've started, Lost episodes, and my bed (which looks very comfy and doesn't require the bra.) Needless to say, I'm leaning toward the non-bra activities. (That's really sad when your day is determined by your use of foundation garments. Eh, that's my life.)
Lost started when I worked nights a couple of years ago. Then I went back to school and TV just wasn't that important. So I missed a great deal of the episodes. The last season I watched all the episodes. What was enjoyable about watching the first season was seeing all the hints and mysteries before they were solved. Of course, there are tons of new mysteries on the show. I love it when a TV show is smart and makes the viewer figure things on their own.
Nothing else really done. This morning I laid in bed and kinda planned out the first day of school. I still have all the planning to do for three units. I know that once I start working on it I won't be able to stop. It's just that initial little push I have to do to get started. What's stopping me right now is that I really need to do laundry (which means I have to load up the car and go to the laudermat...which means I have to put on a bra), grocery shopping (which also means a bra), actually finishing a book I've started, Lost episodes, and my bed (which looks very comfy and doesn't require the bra.) Needless to say, I'm leaning toward the non-bra activities. (That's really sad when your day is determined by your use of foundation garments. Eh, that's my life.)
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