In my last blog I mentioned that I have discovered an unexpected love for teaching. I did however forget to mention that I now have a whole new respect for any teacher I have ever had(except Ms. Lenois, she hated me!) This respect is not only because I now realize how hard it is to try to focus 30 some odd kids attentions on the task at hand for more a millisecond, nor is it because I underestimated the amount of work that truly goes into to being an effective teacher. It is because writing on a chalkboard may be one of the most difficult things in the world to do, and if, through some divine miracle you happen to actually write out a phrase without the chalk/chalkboard causing an ear piercing squeal, screwing up and having to erase (which only makes a ginormous mess), or the piece of chalk you are writing with disintegrating in your very hand, then your writing is still subject to ridicule by 30 students who apparently majored in calligraphy. It's no secret that my handwriting is about as good as Michael J. Fox's when he is not on his his meds(too soon?) Well I got to go because apparently the entire staff is being treated to a surprise...






















