This is what I get for a productive weekend: an in-box full of unanswered student questions, unread lessons, and
the water bill is buried somewhere underneath the books I've strewn all over the floor. I want to write more, I'm psyched to write more, I've got something to say, but if I ignore this pile another day, it will be ten times worse tomorrow.
I'm a good teacher, and I hate it when I have a night when I resent my students for expecting me to do my job.
Words Written: two hundred and eighty-two
Lessons Graded: twenty-six