I am a teacher. And also a nerd. And sometimes I do things in public that make others stare at me.
The thoughts and ideas in this blog are my own, unless otherwise stated,and do not represent the views of my employer in any way.
Last week, the ALDIs circular said they’d have memory foam mattresses in the special buys this week. I asked my sister if she’d take me, in case it wouldn’t fit in my car. (They do sell them rolled up- a slightly smaller one fit in my back seat)
She decided to get one for herself, so my mom, sister, nerd brother and I loaded into her SUV and did some serious Tetris to fit 2 mattresses and 2 pillows in with us.
I set up the mattress at my apartment and we headed to her place to set hers up. While we did that, Mr. Kaaay and his friend stopped by. Friend liked the mattress so much that he’s going to get one, too.
These mattresses feel like clouds, guys. I have never been so excited for sleep (except maybe during tech week…)
I was at school for a meeting (ick), but afterwards my AP pulled me aside to show me my freshmen’s reading/writing testing data from last year.
EVERY SINGLE FRESHMAN STUDENT IMPROVED AT LEAST ONE GRADE LEVEL BY THE END OF THE YEAR. EVERY! SINGLE! ONE!
And many—like a lot a lot—jumped up two or more grade levels.
I started crying (kind of embarrassingly, right?). I could not not NOT be a shred more proud of them.
Now we mathematicians like to live dangerously as I’m not sure I can actually prove this, but I’m going to have to right now.
The Elephant House, “birthplace of Harry Potter”, located in George IV Bridge Street in Edinburgh, UK. One of the cafés where JK Rowling spent time writing, in 1995. The toilets are covered with messages, thank you notes and quotations from the books written by the fans.
ALL RIGHT IM SITTING IN THE CAFE RIGHT NOW AND IM GONNA GO TO THE BATHROOM
IVE BEEN HERE AND IT REALLY IS AS AMAZING AS IT LOOKS
I have ZERO motivation to unpack anything else. Mr. Kaaay needs to set up his electronics before I can do much with the desk area and we aren’t getting our dresser for another two weeks, so arranging the bedroom is difficult. All my books are packed away until the dresser is here.
In fact, with back to school meetings hitting full force next week, I don’t want to do much of anything at all.
Sister bought Baby Kaaay’s going home outfit, or most of it, anyway.
We went to Target so I could use a gift card and she kept taking the things I picked up so she could buy them, haha.
There’s a white onesie with tiny yellow and gray stars. But the best part is the gray hoodie- Mr. Kaaay is a huge hoodie fan. I know it’s totally impractical for a baby,but at $3.50 we couldn’t say no- and the pictures with Mr. Kaaay in a hoodie will be stupidly cute.
Four years after the war, Ginny and Harry were finally getting married. In a frenzy, Molly began barking out orders to everyone. Without thinking, she turned to George and said “Fred go find your sister and make sure she gets dressed!” Realizing her mistake, she fell into the nearest chair and began to sob. George hugged his mother tight, and his only words were, “Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?” in a soft voice.
WHO THE FUCK WOULD DO THAT GO SIT IN THE CORNER
so the saddest shortest story is attributed to hemingway:
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
and this came to me at breakfast and i thought it was hilarious.
I wear size 10. Mr. Kaaay wears size 15.
This is my future.