|a big YES.|
hand, as it were, and set themselves aright. That's just over 30%. That is a failing grade on any Bell curve.
Dammit, students, I said in the message, this cannot stand. Or words to that effect. Well! Today, forty or so more came, to five different orientation sessions. Which happened at all hours of the day and evening. While this does mean that I am all orienteered out, it means that we're passing, grade wise, at about 70% percent. Very satisfying.
2. A schedule, a calendar, a plan. Until Labor Day has passed, I confess that I can barely be arsed, as they say, school-wise. I am pretty sure that this is an insouciant overstatement. But the spirit of it is true. While I am doing the steps, I am putting in the work, my heart is not in it. I will not go
I'm pretty sure it was like this
when I was swimming at Redondo
Beach after Labor day but before
I will not, as I say, go into it. But let's just say that any person responsible for educational calendars who starts the official school year before Labor Day is living in a fool's paradise, if said person expects any serious work to get done.
That is why one needs a plan, the people. One needs to update one's calendar. One needs to make a little weekly schedule that represents one's fixed points, one's points of navigation, one's north stars. One needs to update one's Outlook calendar. One needs to look at one's schedule until it is imprinted upon one's eyes, one's heart, one's brain. One needs to get real with the new school year, and a schedule, a calendar, a plan is the way to do it. Just not till after Labor Day. Otherwise, Educational Calendar Czar, you're just asking for it.
|these are they,|
boots of joy.
Aberdeen, we went into Marks & Spencer and I found the grey suede boots that completed both my quest for grey suede boots, and me, myself. That's right: the boots completed me in some deep spiritual shoe-based sense. And then, I talked myself out of getting them. Did I already have grey boots? Yes. Even grey suede boots? Well, yes, maybe. Okay, yes. Did I, strictly speaking, need grey suede boots? or any boots whatsoever? Possibly not.
And yet, once we left the store, I yearned for them. I looked on the M&S site when we got back home. Where were the boots? They were nowhere to be found, mere ghosts of memory. Soon, we left for America, bootless. Literally. I looked on the Marks & Spencer website. Still no boots. And then, a few days later, lo! they appeared. And reader, I did buy them, with free shipping. And today, I wore them. And they are perfect.
|...except fluffier, and with|
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