I am the queen of enablers. I arranged for a retake of an AP exam for five students who complained about some unfortunate circumstances that affected their original test. By the time our request was approved so that I could order the materials, I had ten students signed up, none of whom was the original complainant. Now with the tests on their way, one of the ten has decided to skip the retake and another has told me she may be out of town.
Remind me next year: it doesn't matter if the building burns down during the test. No retakes!
I have a number of students experiencing a startling change of heart about work they wish they had done a few months ago that might have alleviated the Ds staring back at them from their grade reports, which means I am engaged in a series of extremely exhausting interactions.
On the bright side, I have observed some amazing student presentations in the past few days. And I've cleared out most of my workspace for the summer.
The Lovely Camp Counselor called tonight. The counselors were all out on the town -- a very small town, but a town, nonetheless. She was a bit disconcerted today to learn that she will supervise a cabin of 9-10 year-old girls; she had been hoping for 6-7 year-olds, the only campers guaranteed to be shorter than she is. But she likes her co-counselor and she sounds great.
I went out to a lecture series tonight and ran into a woman I had first met when our boys were all infants. I haven't seen her in several years, so it was a lot of fun to catch up on each other's children. Its hard to imagine that each of our 21-year-old boys weighed maybe 15 pounds when they met in a moms' group!
And, best of all, I got to talk with Cynthia by phone today! Now how cool is that? It appears that we have a future together in Pirates of the Carribbean.
I am trying to catch up on the blogs I missed while I was out of commission and out of town. If I haven't reached yours yet, I'm almost there!
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Repeat after me. "No."
and
"I'm done talking about about this."
When I think of you and Cynthia conversing, I think of motherpride.
I think 9-10 might be better than 6-7. Both ages are absolutely lovely, that pre-adolescent time, but 6-7 year olds at camp might be a tad more homesick and less independent.
*debbi*
I'm with Paul. Stand firm against those adolescent pleas!!
You and Cynthia talked?? I am so envious! How lovely for you both! As for 6/7 vs 9/10 - I'm with your daughter. Those 9/10's can get a little uppity, if you know what I mean!
What do you mean, you talked to Cynthia? And you couldn't arrange a conference call between the three of us. NOW, when I am most in need of counsel? I am bereft...
I loved talking with you too!
I'm glad to read that I'm not the only one who's been AWOL for awhile. I've missed you and it's good to get reconnected with my best blogging buddies.
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