Leyla

Yesterday, a student proudly showed me his notebook--full of little boy code and secrets--and declared, "Girls can't see this!"

I laughed and said, "But I am a girl!"
He rolled his eyes. "No you're not. You're a teacher."


The apartment was clean for a total of 24 hours and I consider this an accomplishment.

A fog descended over the bay today and I forgot my jacket at home. Wet drops stick to my skin and I have been trying not to shiver as I move from St. John's, to Raphael House, to Mills.

I forgot my frozen dinner at home. I could use a shower.

I have to decide what to read next for my 5th grade literature class. More Sherlock Holmes? A Little Princess? Jungle Book? Johnny Tremain?

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Yes; well, Heather's blogging and I thought I might as well, too. I feel as if there may be a thousand items on my "to-blog" list. Maybe I will take this one day at a time.

Tomorrow we are putting on a Michaelmas play for the Raphael House families. Zak will play the role of St. George. Alexander shall be our dragon. Erin dramatically narrates while Ralitza and Magdalena scream and get eaten. Father Michael is our internally tortured king and I his passive daughter sent to slaughter.

In other news, I was forced to make my 2nd and 3rd graders write lines (standards) instead of decorating crosses today. The reasons included dancing on backpacks, sucker punches to classmates' jawbones, and an earth-shaped pencil sharpener that kept making its rounds through the air.

Their lines read "I am sorry" ten times, and were decorated with complementary color-schemed hearts.