I've been stifling my urge to tell you about my amazing snot. But no more!

In the mornings, when I blow real hard: it's like a partially digested grape!! It has happened twice now! The first time, I had to test myself, say a few words, make sure they didn't come out "feeble zorp," that I hadn't blown out part of my brain!

Ok.

Nothing else to tell you of particularly, except that when I came back on Wednesday, the kids gave me birthday/congratulations on New York cards, that they'd made while I was gone. They sang to me. It was so cheesy, and nice. Some of them will miss me, they say, in the cards. They won't exactly, because they are 7, but it is ok. Also, since I was out in the reading specialist room last week, they were all on me-withdrawal anyway, and so were very happy to see me. Wednesday mostly, but even today a bit. Yet I am feeling particularly lame as a teacher lately. It is probably cold feet since I have a job, or also just something I'm going to keep having to deal with because of teaching being a weird profession for me. Not that I won't be ok at it, just it's not...it doesn't come naturally to me? Something like that.

This entry really lost momentum after the snot, I think. I should have saved that as the grand finale maybe.