Like just about every teacher I know, I'm dreaming of a white school day... a day when I get a phone call or see my school's name, trailing along the bottom of the TV screen... a day when the roads are snow-covered or icy.
And before you start protesting about the danger of snow and ice, I'm not asking for the entire city to be blanketed with slick stuff... just certain parts of our town.
Today it's supposed to get colder and snow is slated (so close to "sleeted") for this evening. This afternoon I'm having a mock interview with one of my students after school. He's hoping to get into a certain high school, and interviews are part of the application process. I'm walking him part of the way home, hopefully before any precipitation begins.
Also, I have 40 or so more pages before I finish this novel by Louise Erdrich. It's an interesting plot. A Native American woman gets attacked by a white man. The family instantly starts to fray. As they try to piece together their family--as they knew it--they also try to get justice. However, since the details are slow in coming and the boundaries are blurred, getting justice might not be possible. And if it is possible, at what cost? How far will the 13-year old son go to get revenge?
I'm hoping the book's ending is as good as the rest of it.
What are you hoping for these days? Optimistic (most of the time) minds want to know...