In an effort to be better about staying touch I have been coerced into blogging. here I am. I guess it's easier. Now it's your job to keep up with our
exciting lives. Today was so exciting in fact that we both sat in workshops for 6 hours. My workshop was held in a middle school cafeteria where the seats were understandably made for 6th grade butts. First, my butt enveloped the round hard plastic chair that tilted oddly to the left so that I had to keep adjusting. If you were looking from behind it must have seemed magical that I could maintain a seated position that long without support. Next, the presentation was so interesting that I counted 3 chin whiskers (which I have plucked-we're still ok) and believe I am developing a new mole on my arm. I drew a happy face on it and I think that made all the difference. Lastly, I tried to liven up the crowd by cracking a joke... crickets. Bueller... anyone...anyone? Just because we teach special education doesn't mean we have to act special. Or does it? But Travis bought me a lobster for dinner for making it
without incident through my first day. One down, four to go. I think I can, I hope I can. If you have any suggestions for workshop humor, let me know! I have to redeem myself.
