Wow, what?
Has it honestly been less than a year since I've posted here? That blows me away. I thought it had been years and years and years. I suppose I should read the last entry I wrote. I'm interested to know what I had to say, what compelled me to pick up this blog. ...a few minutes later... Okay, I see. Wow, nobody wanted to comment on that? I can't imagine why.
Huh. So, here we are. I'm still an assistant professor, still have the big-ass grant. The boys are still at the hippie school although god help me I don't know for how much longer. (Oh, I'm not really into god -- I was just using an expression.) At a school so small when you run into trouble it can be hard to find a way out. When there are only seven or eight kids per grade and a kid has an enemy or two, that doesn't leave many left over to be a friend. I don't want to get into the details, but numero uno has transitioned into a new classroom with new teachers and it's been rough. In fact, the whole summer was rough and I wonder now if it was in anticipation of this switch. He's in "middle school," which I put in quotes because it's a classroom about twenty feet from his old classroom. The room may be just across the hall, but there's a distinct shift in culture, which we're learning the hard way each time we have to meet with his teachers. Okay, enough about the kid. I know nobody reads this, but still, I'd hate to put too much out there about this little guy who is getting bigger each day.
It is fall, my favorite season. I went back outside tonight to get the kids' backpacks out of the car (a task I generally avoid and resent because why can't they just get them themselves?) just to feel the air. It was unusually warm for mid-October today, in the low 80s. Tonight had the smell of fall but the temperature of late summer. Lovely. Of course it was almost dark at 6:30ish and that's only going to get worse with time.
Huh. So, here we are. I'm still an assistant professor, still have the big-ass grant. The boys are still at the hippie school although god help me I don't know for how much longer. (Oh, I'm not really into god -- I was just using an expression.) At a school so small when you run into trouble it can be hard to find a way out. When there are only seven or eight kids per grade and a kid has an enemy or two, that doesn't leave many left over to be a friend. I don't want to get into the details, but numero uno has transitioned into a new classroom with new teachers and it's been rough. In fact, the whole summer was rough and I wonder now if it was in anticipation of this switch. He's in "middle school," which I put in quotes because it's a classroom about twenty feet from his old classroom. The room may be just across the hall, but there's a distinct shift in culture, which we're learning the hard way each time we have to meet with his teachers. Okay, enough about the kid. I know nobody reads this, but still, I'd hate to put too much out there about this little guy who is getting bigger each day.
It is fall, my favorite season. I went back outside tonight to get the kids' backpacks out of the car (a task I generally avoid and resent because why can't they just get them themselves?) just to feel the air. It was unusually warm for mid-October today, in the low 80s. Tonight had the smell of fall but the temperature of late summer. Lovely. Of course it was almost dark at 6:30ish and that's only going to get worse with time.
