blog-go abandonado

• no, I don't have one thousand four dollars and ninety-seven cents for three months' insurance premium, which claudia "doesn't have a record of my paying for" um, cause I didn't pay for it.
• sure, I'll come by the office with a check this afternoon.
• yes, I am in love.
• yes, I got my job back for fall.
  
• no, I am not sorry for not blogging all summer.
  
• yes, I am sorry for starting up again.
  

freedom

freedom from or freedom to . . .

"freedom from" is from the negative stuff, like from illegal search and seizure.

"freedom to" is the to participate in, create, engage, be proactive, like to petition the government.

yes, we have been discussing the bill of rights at school.

i had the students rank their favorites, and Lenka's was #9. I had summarized it as "But that's not all!"

we all get the freedom from part at a young age. but what do you relish the freedom to do?

I am free to love, to express myself, to wander Lincoln Square for hours without feeling too guilty since the boys are with the Gnom-bot anyway. Free to let myself go, free FROM harassing myself into a negative space.

Clearest Clear Midnight Ever

I love this site, its concept; it will change the way I teach poetry.

I know, back to work, K.

JCMAG

JustCallMeAcronymGirl. Apparently I use acronyms and abbreviations too frequently. It is not as if I am trying to talk less--I actually fill that space with more nonsense than I would have were I to speak in regular words.

My car is a P.O.S.
Do you need an I.E.P. meeting? Is that part of your I.E.P.?
Let me drop you off at the eL. (that one's fine, i think.)
I went to UW (to the non-midwesterner, this could mean WI, WA, Warsaw, WY).
I am certified to teach canine (K-9: kindergarten through ninth grade). woof.
CYA/CMA--involves covering of one's or another's arse.

So, FYI (for your information), if you see the phrase STBX, it means "soon to be ex" however I intend to not vent too much about him online or "IRL" as not too much good comes from it. Best bet is a good friend on the other end of the phone, hearing the latest and telling me what a total jackass he is.

Have a lovely, rainy rainy night. My tulips might just make it this season!

"Is tomorrow a Big Day?"

My mother often told me, "Tomorrow is a Big Day" when I really needed to get my rest. It usually made it even more difficult to get to sleep on those nights. Perhaps we were going to the amusement park, attending multiple parties, taking an important test and so on . .. she must have said it a lot to my little guy, too. A three-year-old Baby Bear asked me that question one night as I snuggled him to sleep. I was floored.

Tomorrow is a Big Day. I am going to work for the morning shift, and administering Linguistically Modified State Tests to my students. Also figuring out what-the-heck-to-do while the rest of the school takes many more tests than they are required to do (ELLs do Math only, no Reading, Writing or Science). I think we'll look at this National Geographic about animal cognition, and possible metacognition that I've been saving for a lull.