Every now and again my Inner Priss does rear her perfect, prissy head. In this case, it has to do with any lettering, writing, messages or what have you that are printed across the behind of shorts and sweats-especially those marketed towards little girls and teenagers. I think children are over-sexualized in advertising as it is and having anything printed across one's behind just screams: "Hey! Look at my ass!" I'm sure it sounds a bit heavy handed to say that it exploits young people, but in a way, I think it does.
My students are way too freaking needy for me some days. I just need a little bit of time to do some correcting, enter some grades in the computer, gather my wits without a barrage of "Mrs. T, can I show you my work that I should have done a long time ago, but now I have it and I want credit for it and by the way can I have an update on my grade since I made up that quiz and I won't be here Friday so can I have my make up work?"
One of my students, who also happens to be quite needy despite his cool guy exterior, informed me that he's moving before the end of the term/school year. Why his parents aren't pushing for him to stay and finish the year, is beyond me. Would you do this to your child? Wouldn't you postpone the move a month or so and if you absolutely could not, wouldn't you arrange to have him stay with an aunt or a friend? Wouldn't anyone?
I deep-cleaned the front rooms (living and family) this afternoon. Let me first say that all the hype about the Dyson vacuum? Is true. Love the Dyson, save for the fact that it shows me how incredibly filthy my carpet is. And secondly, let me say that after vacuuming the couch and finding all kinds of crap in it, EWWWW.
We have a bowl full of the orphaned jelly beans from Easter. Pink, black, purple and a couple of white. Every year, it's the same. They are gathering dust.
And here is my Personal DNA. I think these things are such a kick. You know if I took this quiz again tomorrow, it would be different.