I had a blog planned. . .but I can’t remember what it was about. So here’s a little bit of what’s on my mind.
Seventh grade is the year of GIRL DRAMA . Cheerleader tryou ts are over, which means their concentration is a little better, but they’re also threatening to kick each others a$$es. Apparently, the only way to deal with not making the team is to threaten to kill someone who did. Ahhhh, seventh grade girls. I think we should all get a medal of honor for surviving the whole thing.
This week we’re taking the Iowa test of Basic Skills. For whatever reason, I think this test has made all the teachers a little philisophical. Everywhere I go I hear teachers talking about all the basic skills that our kids lack–they can’t do multiplication tables, they can’t tell a subject from a verb, most of them are several years before grade level. Where’s the break? How do so many adults have these skills, and none of the kids? Are they even valuable? I think yes, but that’s just my opnion.
Being pregnant has presented a whole host of issues. I have to carry a big box of test booklets, administration materials, and calculators to my room each day. Today, I realized the box is too bulky and too heavy for me to carry. I worked it out, but I had to tell our guidance counselor that for April’s test I’ll need someone else to carry it for me. Sheesh–I’m pregnant, I didn’t know that meant disabled.
And speaking of pregnant. . .I’ve reached this weird point where I’m just freaked out all the time that something will happen. I know that I’ve taken all the precautions I can, but the rest is up to God. I have the weirdest dreams sometimes–last night I dreamed a fox tried to eat the baby, and my husband killed the fox. How freaky is that?
OK, enough brain dribble. I’m going blog hopping.