... And none too soon.
As I am sitting here waiting for a parent teacher conference to begin (me being the teacher... I didn't buy a child recently), I am wondering why I picked today to have this little meeting. Due to the fact I was checked out mentally before my students I am slowly constructing what this meeting will look like.
Parent walks in and begins various lines of questioning... Fast forward 30 minutes... "So what do you think Mr. Gell?"
"Homemade fruitcakes get a bad rap."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry. What was it you were asking?"
I am praying that it goes this well. All I can think about right now is what I WON'T be doing over the next two weeks. No lesson planning. No Grading. No reprimanding. No Teaching!
It won't be a white Christmas for me, but maybe it will be a quiet one at least.
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In the words of the new Bubba Sparxx joint feat Ray-J, "she got me like (ahh shit)"
"Homemade fruitcakes get a bad rap."
haha
It's your dad. (I haven't figured out yet how to sign up in order to leave my name). Anyway, Merry Christmas, Andy. I love you and will miss you this Christmas. Thanks for sharing your thoughts on your blog. I really enjoy reading them. And give me a call when you have the chance! Take care.
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