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I find that every time I teach in high heels, I have fewer behavior problems. This is because I can stomp around and it is a sound that students are forced to listen to besides my voice. All I have to do is walk over to the tile.

My contract for next year got sent to me today. I have until April 10th to sign and return it. While it is nice that I have a job guaranteed for next year, I am still a bit on edge about it. Do I really have the physical, mental, and emotional strength to do this all over again at the same school? Well, at least they didn't want to fire me. Unfortunately, people cannot fire their employers. Otherwise we may have a different story to discuss.

I am trying really hard to convince my sister to have a pancake-party-poker-soak this Friday. I need to relax.

BTW, I wrote a referral today for one of my naughty kids. Then when I was on bus duty, the office manager came out and told me that the child's mother was inside and that she was angry. I was advised to go around the building to get back to my classroom so that I wouldn't have to deal with her. Ha! The principal did instead. She gets paid enough. She can do it. Normally I am very open to communication with parents, but communicating is not having your ear yelled off by a volatile parent. Communication is back and forth. It requires listening of both sides.

Stole Natalie's black painter-esque shirt, fashioned it into a dress with leggings, and got lots of compliments today. Because Natalie has better clothes than me, which is why I need to shop in her closet more often. I guess I shouldn't say stole. She fully let me borrow it.

I am STARVING.

Plus, the clock on my computer keeps lying to me. I fixed it on Sunday for day light savings time, but it seems to have reverted back, so last night I was like "wow, I am getting in the shower at 8:17? Sweet!" But then I went to bed at 10:23.

You really should check out www.wittyblogtitle.blogspot.com, because I really get a kick out of it. Basically, everything she says is so true. And I can totally relate. Mostly. It's not so much comedic, as how my life would totally be if I were a 30-something single Jew living in New York.

The book that I put on hold two weeks ago finally got to the library. I cannot pick it up until Friday, because I know that the only thing I'll do once I get it in my hands is eat it up with my eyes. Just devour those words like I was the Cookie Monster on Sesame Street sponsored by the letter R. I am still on the waiting list for Outliers: the story of sucess. There are already 28 holds on it. Each person gets the book for three weeks, so we are looking at about May of 2010. Except that there are 19 copies available, so I don't know how to do the math on that one. I guess maximum I have to wait for nine other people to read it before me, so 9X3 is 27, so just 27 weeks to wait, or September. Sure, some people return their books before the due date, but most don't. I should just go buy the book, I know.

Grace.