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Man, where did this week go? Friday
already? I was thinking this afternoon that it had been a day
or so since my last entry...not four. Now, here it is 9:30 at
night and I'm wondering what I accomplished today.
We didn't have classes; we had an
in-service day, largely devoted to our North Central accreditation
process. So I sat and listened and took it all in. There are
some sensitive issues relative to teacher use of our computers.
It's kind of eye-opening. I suppose no group of adults will ever
be on the same page at the same time for very long.
One of the best things of the day
was getting a chance to chat briefly with a few colleagues. After
the meetings I stopped by Amy's room to see some of her Teacher
Portfolio information. What a bright and lively room with upper
walls papered in student posters (WANTED posters for 19th century
American poets - very cool idea) and the back wall done up as
a quilt made of individual students' self-descriptive squares.
I'm starting to understand what my students mean about my "stupidboring"
room. Well, Amy's room gives off a very good vibe - neat stuff
happening there. And she gave me some good ideas about this portfolio
thing.
Then it was home to a community meeting
where we decided it was time to get our February party in gear.
I'm in charge of getting out the invitation to the sixty-one
Midwest Carmelites. I know there are sixty-one because that's
how many envelopes I addressed by hand this evening. Ouch. At
first I was just going to send one to each community and then
individual ones to the outlanders, but at dinner tonight Bob
said he thought it would be good to send one to each guy. I responded,
"You wanna help with the envelopes?" He grinned and
declined. But the damage was done - he got me thinking. He was
right. Separate is better. I know most of the guys won't be coming,
but at least someone cared enough to call them to the feast by
name.
So tomorrow, after I take Dom to
the airport, I'll head off to the one of these copy places to
print the invites. Then off to the post office for a big handful
of stamps. Then home to stuff and lick and stick. That's what
Saturdays are for, no doubt.
Aside from that, I will spend tomorrow
doing what I do best: ignoring my friends. One's back from the
far east. Two were sailing by on their way to Marquette but I
failed to return the call. One's got a nifty new look for his
webpage, which I haven't really seen on this machine with its
damnstupidslow AOL connection because it takes so long to load
- but I did get a peak at it through the T-line at school. Another's
off in the wilds of Canada. And still another is teaching up
a storm again in The District of Columbia. And others out there
in the night, are you thinking of me? I'm thinking of you.
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