A week ago Friday---Earth Day---our planet let us know that it was pissed off at Missouri. Perhaps it's the mess with Proposition B (the one concerning puppy mills; Mother Nature is angry that politicians are overturning what the people voted for). Whatever the reason, we had a tornado that tore through various parts of our suburbs and left behind many destroyed homes, but no lost lives...
|photo by modps|
My school lost its roof, along with some windows and other damage. It was deemed uninhabitable for the rest of the schoolyear. So on Easter, instead of looking for colorful eggs among the grass, I was looking through my cluttered classroom to find what I needed to teach, because we were moving to one of the middle schools.
(OMG! That tornado did not break my windows, but somehow it left stacks of papers and piles of books on every surface! How did it do that? It's a mystery...)
Then I had to pack up my "old" room for the summer---without much notice---and prepare for a substitute teacher, because on Thursday evening I would be flying towards Boston. (I went to National Writing Project's Urban Sites conference. If you're a teacher and want to hang around while I get so effusive, my slobber starts spraying all over the place, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will be glad to tell you all about the group. It's just as exciting as skydiving---which I've done three times---but without the possibility of getting killed.)
("Dear Sub---If Sean says he has a nosebleed and wants to go to the nurse, do NOT let him. He has been digging in his nose. Tell him to STOP digging.")
While I was out of town---temporarily torn away from my umbloggical cord---I missed posting, and I missed reading many posts. I fell in love with scallops--the small bay ones---and read a great book, which I'll talk about later this week.
But now I'm back...