I haven't had much to write about lately. Today I realized that it is because my personal life has officially out-dramatized my teaching life. I am not sure if that is good or bad. Because I don't write so much about my personal life, this development leaves my blog a little lonely.

I will post a couple of thoughts.

One: I have volunteered to, not only teach summer school, but develop a whole year of lessons with another teacher. I mean, I 'll get paid, but I didn't have to do it. I take this as a good sign. Last year you would have had to tie me down to get me to come to school during the summer. My williness to do it this year signals to me that I must be much happier and more secure. Good.

Two: America's Next Top Model was wonderful. I was left pondering a few things:

a. Why are 90% of this season's girls unnattractive? Shouldn't most of them be pretty?
b. Will someone lose an eye with Cat Woman around? Will she become more and more horrifyingly feline as the season progresses?
c. If someone does lose an eye, will it be the pop-eyed girl (whom I will now lovingly refer to as "googly")?
d. When did America's Next Top Model become America's Saddest Model? Why did they all tell us sob stories on the first show? Were they all homeless/ single mothers/ broke?
e. How will Janice handle her strange and awful doppleganger? Will they both survive?

These things and more shall become clear.  ¶ 10:55 AM

  Today is day two of calling in sick. Yesterday I felt terrible. Today I just feel a little exhausted.

But I shall buck up because tonight is the premiere of Season 4 of America's Next Top Model! This is not a teacher related blog today. Today it is a model related blog. I can't wait to see the new crew of ladies! Last season was so funny.

I shall finish coughing and prepare to be entranced!  ¶ 7:43 AM

  Weather people suck.

I guess I can’t blame them for the weather. But why do they always play me out by promising snow and then nothing comes? I am a girl who likes follow through. I don’t like it when I am supposed to get off work at 8pm and I get off at 8:15pm. I can’t stand it when I expect that I am going to go somewhere and it turns out that I can’t. I don’t need specific things—I’m pretty easy-going, really—unless they have been promised to me and I am looking forward to them.

So, when I went to bed the weather people were expecting up to six inches of snow. They sounded pretty firm about it, too. I went to sleep dreaming of that 5am phone call where my team leader tells me to go back to sleep. I love waking up to that call, going to look out my window at the pretty snow, then snuggling back under my down comforter. I love to get up whenever I want and leisurely drink coffee and read or take a bath. Snow days are like gifts.

I wouldn’t have minded coming to work today if they hadn’t promised snow. I wouldn’t have thought twice about getting up at the crack of dawn, struggling into my teacher clothes as quickly as possible to counter the frigid cold in my apartment, and driving my half-an-hour commute. It would have just been a normal day.

Instead, I am angry. I am so mad that I have to be here. The kids are mad, too. We feel cheated. We feel like we shouldn’t have to really work or anything since we weren’t supposed to be here to begin with.

I guess we’ll just have to suck it up. But those weather people should be ashamed.  ¶ 9:23 AM