Swingtown

I'm back into the swing of things at work, but my students aren't. They are completely noisy and naughty and sometimes I want to scream. And then I make them miss recess and feel so guilty when I make them cry. So, I keep trying to focus on the positive things they do and to show them how much I care about them, because in all of the paper ripping, glue-stick-lid-losing, not-10-inch-whisper talking, writing on desks, washing windows with snow, pushing, shoving, "you're not my friend," chaos; I have to remember the little seven year old hugs, smiles, hand-holding, "your the best teacher, Mrs. Walton," special drawings, special stories, trustful and honest folded arms and think about what a great job I really do have.

Jury Duty-Free

Having jury duty for the first time, and if I'm lucky the only time, taught me a few things. Although an interesting experience, I now know that I don't want to have to ever need to take someone to court, when it comes to good lawyers you will probably get what you pay for, being a judge would be hard work (but it would kind of kick ass to have so much power mwahh-ha-ha!), and I hope I don't ever have to go on the stand as a witness. I feel lots of civic pride and I'm happy I was able to help, but I'm so grateful to be back at my regular job doing my regular thing. When you tell your students you have to go back for jury duty and they cry, it sure lets you know you're making at least some kind of difference.

A picture of the building I spent 6 long days in. Did you know that the statue of Scott Matheson inside this building sure looks a lot like comic book guy, Stan Lee? I do now. I said "Hi Stan" each morning. We're friends.