I'm feeling kind of guilty for not going to a kid's baseball game this morning. One of my practicum students (the class I'm no longer in) asked me to come, and I was all, "oh, gee, 10....kind of early on a saturday morning.....where is it? hmmmmm......i dunno..." but I never said no. I said, in fact, that I'd "try."
Confession: I did not at all try.


While we're on the subject of why I should not be allowed around children, here's a chat I had during reading group Friday:

kid, trying to read "hour": h..hower.
me: hour.
[pause]
kid: i know whore is a bad word
me: what?
kid: i know whore is a bad word.
me: yeah. [seizing the teachable moment] well, that word has a w.