Grades, Friends, and Florida.
The fall term has ended and with the conclusion of the term comes grading.
Grading is a lot of work. However, the most difficult part for me is when it’s time to actually put the grade in.
I’m troubled by those students who straddle the border of pass/fail like a circus performer on a high wire. I have an internal debate and never feel great about it when I’m done.
Anyway, I’m done grading now and am happy to leave it behind.
So, what’s been going on? Well, the frigid weather seems to be a topic which continues to dominate the news and conversations. And not for good reason.
Most conversations go something like this:
It is cold out there.
I can’t wait till this winter is over.
Both participants of said conversation stare off and sigh. Clearly, they are both dreaming warm weather thoughts.
As I was putting on my third layer (you know what they say about layers. So are onions warm?) of clothing one morning, a thought ran through my head.
Actually, my mind wandered to the Friends episode when Joey puts on all of Chandler’s clothes. The two friends were having an argument and Chandler took Joey’s underwear. So, in retaliation, Joey put on all of Chandler’s clothes sans underwear and starts doing lunges.
Anyway, that’s what I feel like every morning is like.
- Get up.
- Put on as much clothes as I can fit under my jacket
- Leave house while calculating how many days are left till Spring.
- Chant Sand, Sun, Beaches, Oh My while shielding face from wind.
You may remember my chant from an earlier post. I am still using this trick despite the mixed results. Anyway, when I posted this blog entry, I asked for additions to my kind of crazy cold’ list.
A number of people gave me some great and funny response, and I recommend you check them out on the post (SandSunBeachesPost) or on my Facebook Page. My favorite came from my colleague Maria M.
Here it is: It’s so cold that politicians have their hands in their OWN pockets!
By the way, Maria also teaches English and as you can see from her snarky comment (a word that she uses to describe herself), we Brooklyn High School English teachers are witty.
So, you’ve got Grades. You’ve got Friends. What about Florida?
Calm down Fox. We’re getting to your home state.
By now, regular readers are familiar with my desire to move to Florida upon retirement. A glorious warm place is the essential criteria. Well, this desire has changed.
And I bet I am not the only one who has had a change of mind.
Check out this article I wrote that appeared in the paper recently and find out how the dream has changed: The New Dream.
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