How Last Night Went:

6:13 p.m.- Woke up from 3 hour sunday nap. In my living room. On an air mattress. Face down.

It is so hot in our non-air-conditioned house that we sleep out there because it is cooler.
Also I drooled everywhere. 

6:14 p.m.- Realized the drooly-air-mattress has a hole in it. 

Now taking applications for Plan C. 

8:17 p.m.- Went to Spencer and Michelle's house for treats and Olympics time. Watched these funny parents: 

10:23 p.m.- Came home to grade papers. First, began tearing apart our pile of "packed" boxes (we're moving again in a week) in an attempt to find earplugs so I wouldn't be able to hear Cj watching "Independence Day" while I worked. 

11:04 p.m.- Found the earplugs. They were on the desk. Not in the pile of boxes. 

12:43 p.m.- I accidentally watched Independence Day anyway. I also accidentally cried on the part when the President gives them the speech that says they can kill all the aliens they want if they can only find their American spirit.
God Bless America. 

1:17 p.m.- While grading noticed a weird screen on Cj's computer. 

Me: "What is that?"

Cj: "Uh...I'm playing Pokemon."

Me: "Of course you are. But then why does it say 'Hipster' on the screen?" 

Cj: "It doesn't."

Me: "Yes it does."

Cj: "Noo.......Fine. That's my Pokemon name."

hahahahahahahahahahaha.

2:57 p.m.- Finished grading
Looked over to see Cj in the chair next to me staring blankly off into the distance.
I'm not sure why he feels the need to stay up with me every time I have some major project to accomplish, but it's darling.

6:41 a.m.- Woke up for class.
Strategically placed various heavy things on our already deflated air mattress so Cj wouldn't totally sink to the floor on the other side.
I secretly hope he woke up and caressed the cheek of my gym bag before putting on his glasses to realize it wasn't me sleeping there.


What a night.

As a side note: This new (or at least somewhat new) Siri thing freaks me out.

I can't shake the idea that eventually we are going to have whole electronic houses that respond to us like that. 

Then, before we know it, our sons are going to be doing boy band dances to "Slam Dunk da Funk" while we are out for the evening.

What is this world coming to? 

Katie 

Whining.

Grading papers is never not the worst ever.

I am always feeling torn between being the uplifting teacher who engenders confidence in my students and the realistic one who doesn't hand out a false sense of academic success.

Honestly, I get the feeling my students don't care either way.

They just want the highest grade they can achieve while still finding time to post the latest Ke$ha-Katy Perry mashup on Facebook.

I have spent my afternoon grading in the heat of my bedroom (only 3 more weeks of no air-conditioning!) and reflecting on how many times I can write "I don't think this word means what you think it means" before I quit and join in the conversation that has currently ensued between my students on the mashup video. OMG it's soooo crazy.





If you can't beat 'em, join 'em I guess.

Katie