Just so you know, I am writing this for Dad. I think he still has his spelling phobia. Honestly, when he has to write emails for work, he sits there with his dictionary, because he wants to be sure he has it right.
Anyway, he loves all your comments! He hasn't read everything yet, but he is so happy that you guys are all staying in touch and sharing your experiences. I think this is the greatest gift that children can give their parents--that they all get along and like each other; that they care about each other and want to be a part of their lives and families.
It is a frigid Saturday afternoon, pre-Superbowl. Dad is working on his office above the pool (finally). Sometimes I worry about his crazy ideas, but then, when he gets done, it all turns out so cool. I know that you will all appreciate his office when next you visit Indiana. Who knows when that will be? I sure miss you all.
As per usual, I am sitting in the kitchen grading papers. Only seven more years before I retire. I just signed my letter of intent to return to FWCS for the next school year, so I guess I need to find a better way to interest the students in mathematics. Hey, Margie, that book that you wrote about in Betsey's book club blog sounds like it could be useful in helping me to discover how to motivate my students. I'll have to go back and look for the title.
Speaking of books, I just ordered a book from the NPR bookstore called "This I Believe". It is a compilation of the broadcasts by the same name, and I am going to use them in school for our reading time during homeroom. Am I wrong to believe that seventh graders need a small dose of reality to help them prepare for the future? I have always said, "If you can't be immature when you're twelve, when can you be immature?" How much immaturity should I let them get away with? Anyway, I do love those broadcasts, and want to write one someday--maybe this summer.
Well, I should get back to my grading. Dad says to tell you all he loves you. (What, no sarcastic barbs?) Call anytime. We love hearing from you.
Mom and Dad