May 12, 2006

• I have been very busy with everything, so I asked (repeatedly) Stephi to blog.  What a job, Stephanie.  For supper tonight, I will fix you a piece of macaroni and cheese...

  
  

  Michael here in Stephenville.  It has been far too long since I have gotten on here.  We are well.  Stephanie survived her Powder Puff game.  In fact, there were no ambulance runs at all.   The juniors won, injuries were minimal, there were no criminal assaults, and the game did not have to be called...  All in all, it was a learning experience for all concerned:  Stephi learned that X's and 0's have more uses than merely to play tic-tac-toe or to sign love notes.  Some referees learned the importance of keeping the clock running ALL the time in a Powder Puff game.  And I learned that I will be eminently rich and famous if I can only find a means of harvesting the energy contained in trash talking before, during, and after a Powder Puff game...

  
  

  Lorena has sounded great the last few times we have called.  She tries to talk more often, although we cannot make out the words she is trying to say.  She is laughing (and crying) [appropriately, I might add] harder and more often than she had in the past.  There is absolutely no doubt that she is getting better steadily.

  
  

  Later tonight, I will try to blog some more, but right now I must go home to get ready for an Art Honor Society banquet that I get to attend with my two daughters, Stephi and L.  L came into my classroom the other day, put her head down on her desk -- and started boo-hooing as if her heart would break.  When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that none of her family would go to the Art Honor Society with her.  Her mom is going camping with boyfriend, so L is having to stay with her grandmother, and grandmother refuses to go to the AHS banquet because she is on a diet.  Having told me this she started bawling really hard as she said, "I just want someone to be proud of me..."  I hugged her and said I would be honored to go to the banquet with her if she would have me.  She gave me a big hug and said that would be wonderful.  I sent her back to art class to tell Mrs. Waters our plans in case seating was assigned at the banquet so that L would be seated with Steph and me.  L came back to class beaming; Mrs. Waters had talked the story out of her and then told her, "That will be no problem.  And I will be sitting on the other side of you."  Mrs. Waters then let L watch as she changed the seating chart so that L will be sitting between me and Mrs. Waters.  L hugged me again and thanked me, then said, "It will be nice sitting by you -- but it is really cool to get to sit by the art teacher!"  [Surely, math teachers are okay, too, though...]

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