Also, remember how school started this week and I already feel like I haven't slept in approximately 100 million years? Yeah. That, too.
Also, remember the time the sun decided it wanted to make Texas (and, therefore, all of us sentenced to said state) its biotch? Yeah, my lower back remembers that, too, because it's never been so consistently sweaty in all my life. (tmi? apologies.)
Finally, remember how I have 143 students spread between six class periods? Which is one more class period than I taught last year? which is 40 more students than I taught last year?
Just kidding about the finally, so, remember the time five of my students scored in the first percentile on their national reading comprehension test? Literally. Ninety-nine percent of students who took that test did better than my little babies.
And remember, finally (for real this time), that that wouldn't be so bad, and may even be a little bit normal, except more than half of my students scored below the 50th percentile? I really don't want to remember that.
Annnnnndddd . . . now I'm going to go sleep for 100 billion years.
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Sary...I somehow missed your entire relationship and you know that makes me feel like I let you down. If there's one thing we bond over it's the torture of a breakup! You know I mean it when I say that I am truly sorry. Ugh. Utter crap.
Cheers to your knew school year. I certainly hope it's better than your last.
I'm going to send you a twilight poster to put up in your new classroom. For good ole times sake.
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