Here's a bit of bizarre news:
Last week, when a woman passed away in Oklahoma City, her obituary led police to track down her son who had escaped from prison in 1981 after serving only 19 months of a nine year sentence for distribution of drugs. They tracked him right here to Houston where he lived under an assumed name. Fingerprints confirmed they had their man.
I always wanted to be a teacher when I was growing up. I used to play school all the time. All the things I loved then... no longer exist! And all of the changes lead to even more work for teachers. Personal learning plans for all students, eliminating the grading scale completely - no numerical grades, workshop approach in reading (no novels), and the list goes on. I am opposed to these ideas, yet I am not at a point where I can retire yet. Starting over in another school district is not appealing, either.
Now time for something fun.
This is probably what my cat thinks:
How 'bout this?