Living in a Shotgun Shack!
Climbing the stairs keeps me in shape.
Yes, I know that’s not a shotgun shack. This is a shotgun shack.
It was a stream of consciousness thing. It just kind of popped in my head. I liked the way it sounded. Yes, I know it’s a line from a Talking Heads song.
It’s a nature observation lookout. It’s where you observe dinner when it strolls in your direction.
Retired Now!
Here I am BEFORE retirement.
Nineteen years as a public school teacher. And god knows how many bottles of lesson planning inspiration. You’ve got to have something to fuel those late night lesson planning and grading sessions. (Or at least dull the pain.)
My liver is healthier now that I’ve retired from teaching.
A shout out to my daughter Kathryn for the portrait.
I’m not sure he’s any dumber than most of my students were. He’s got the same food obsession they had. (Although I never had a student nibble on my shirt. But maybe I just never got close enough.) He’s better behaved than most of them were. He doesn’t have his danglies anymore, so in that way he’s certainly better behaved.
The best part is, I can call him a dummy to his face, and I don’t end up in the principal’s office. I don’t have to pretend that he’s a genius. And nobody’s blaming me for his dumbness. We can embrace his dumbness. We’re not trying to send him to college.
And for what it’s worth, I’m mostly talking about my male students. Most of the girls (not all) were smarter (and better behaved, and less hungry). They never had danglies to begin with.