Inservice Day

In an hour and a half I'll be receiving CPR training. Unfortunately, I thought it was mandatory. Only later did I find that something like 30% of the staff needs to receive training. I could have attended Smartboard training!

Life goes on.

I believe after that we are going to go over some professional articles. I'm looking forward to that most of all.

Well, I'm really looking forward to the two hours individual work time we get after lunch. I have A LOT to do. I still have my College Comp novel tests to grade. Soon I'll have their research papers to grade too. Most of all, though, I'm busy prepping for my presentation to the staff on Wednesday concerning writing across the curriculum. Actually, it's more like using writing across the curriculum. I'm looking forward to that, but it's a lot of work to prepare.

This morning I just received email confirmation that I need to revise parts of my "McEssay" submission for "Getting It in Writing" (which has a tentative May 1, 2008 release date). I thought since I had not heard from them that I might as well ask what the progress was. Dr. Totten, the head honcho of the project, responded right away. He is in Ruwanda on a Fullbright fellowship. He said that the progress has been slow because of massive revisions that have been taking place.

Instantly, I thought Well, aren't I Mr. Fancy Pants not needing any revisions! Wonderful. I must be as good as I really think I am.

Then in the next line he said he'd have one of the editors get back to me immediately. They did. Time to revise.

So much for my Mr. Fancy Pants theory!

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I know everyone thinks they have the greatest kids in the world. But in our case it's true!

Casey, who reads about as much as I like to do Geometry, finished Grisham's The Street Lawyer for his end of the semester AR test. After school he kept talking about how good it was. Kristie and I silently beamed. Finally!

Then yesterday I noticed how Casey had left the novel perched on our TV stand, showing it off to all. He should be proud of his accomplishment.

On to KoKo now - we saw her crying in the student section of last Friday's boys basketball game, so Kristie beckoned her over. It seems that KoKo had heard that several of Damara's (that would be my brother's daughter, KoKo's step-cousin) had locked her in the bathroom and made her wash her hands in the toilet. Poor kid.

When KoKo heard about it, she burst into tears. That's that big heart of hers.

Then there is the note she left Kristie and me last week -

Mom & Kurt

Sorry that I didn't get to say goodnight so goodnight and love you!

What a kid. What kids, really.