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Friday, November 30, 2018
Thursday, November 29, 2018
Windows
At the first First Year Seminar meeting back in the last week August, I may have wished that our classroom had windows.
At every twice-weekly meeting since, my students have drawn me a window on the blackboard by the time I get to class.
I love them.
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At every twice-weekly meeting since, my students have drawn me a window on the blackboard by the time I get to class.
I love them.
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Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Old and New
Our old house is for sale, barely a year-and-a-half after we sold it. I wonder what happened. I peeked the realtor.com pictures and it looks mostly the same with some questionable colors on the walls. If I had a few hundred extra K lying around, I would want to buy it up and engineer a huge fight with Big A. I miss the river nearly everyday...
My planner has so many empty pages that I went ahead and ordered a new one; Nu helped me pick one out. Might as well start 2019 with things already in place.
It's been a couple of days, but miss this face across from me at the table, the desk, the library... brainstorming and editing his essay with me. That never gets old, apparently.
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My planner has so many empty pages that I went ahead and ordered a new one; Nu helped me pick one out. Might as well start 2019 with things already in place.
It's been a couple of days, but miss this face across from me at the table, the desk, the library... brainstorming and editing his essay with me. That never gets old, apparently.
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Monday, November 26, 2018
#WokeUpLikeThis
*Obviously* a Snow Day.
We've had some snow earlier this year (while I was, luckily, far away in Atlanta for NWSA), but this is a dump of nearly a foot with NIXLE already reporting several accidents and crashes.
Nu and I had an extra-long morning cuddle. Let's see what other snowy day adventures and treats are in store...
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Sunday, November 25, 2018
Saturday, November 24, 2018
A Pattern of Tears
Perhaps we need to bring back rules about permissible dinner conversation again. On Monday, Big A made Nu and me cry with a story from the E.D. of a 10-month-old with a fractured liver (suspected parental abuse).
On Tuesday, I took over, getting people to read Ross Gay's A Small, Needful Fact and Paul Nelson's An Elegy for Tahlequah's Calf.
We had a couple of days off for Thanksgiving with grandparents... but tonight, At finished the pattern off. As we settled around the table, he called this "the last dinner," horrifying me and reminding Nu that he would leave for college again in the morning.
Despite Thanksgiving, which was lovely, I think we're stuck doing family dinners wrong this week.
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On Tuesday, I took over, getting people to read Ross Gay's A Small, Needful Fact and Paul Nelson's An Elegy for Tahlequah's Calf.
We had a couple of days off for Thanksgiving with grandparents... but tonight, At finished the pattern off. As we settled around the table, he called this "the last dinner," horrifying me and reminding Nu that he would leave for college again in the morning.
Despite Thanksgiving, which was lovely, I think we're stuck doing family dinners wrong this week.
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