Today I woke up to do some work, because my progress reports are due on Monday. I only have 2 to write, but
A's took me SIX PAGES, SIZE 10 FONT to accurately complete. And it would have been longer if 3 of his goals weren't things I had to write, "This goal is not currently being addressed as part of our curriculum, but will be by next semester". If I had to fill those in, It would probably be 8 pages.
Today is all about writing
E's, who has less goals than A, but his are quite involved and I need a lot of specific examples. But that's not why I am writing here today.
/End boring teacher talk.
I woke up to do work, and had to promise myself chocolate to get out of bed. Not because I'm tired. Because I feel like I'm living in an icebox. I finally got up, wrapped myself in the blanket, and walked across the house to crank the heat on to just below 70, and then crawled back into bed for 20 minutes until the heater pretended to work.
Currently wearing: 2 shirts, and 2 sweatshirts, 3 pairs of socks, and a smaller blanket.
I should have known I was in for a boatload of trouble living up here when I woke up to teach my first day of school IN AUGUST and was greeted by 47-degree weather. And it's going to get colder. It sounds incredibly melodramatic, but...living up here might actually kill me. I wear pants and sweatshirts in 90-degree weather. Today is a high of 22, with strong winds. It's not even 'winter' yet.
Anyone have extra thermals they wanna loan me?