Will the real Freddy Krueger please stand up?

My sister, she made up FreddyK, a long time before whoever takes credit for him now.  Really.  She used to tell me stories, that she made up, about a character who had an ashy face, wore a hat, and would kill people by slicing them up with his one really long fingernail.  There was also something about him storing those cut up bodies in wine barrels for wine and cheese parties.  That part was a by-product of all the wine and cheese parties my  mom had in the 70's, which is when my sister was telling these stories.  Yeah.  Way before this Freddy guy.  Lawsuit anyone?  I will testify.  So will my bff Michele, cause I told her the stories too.  I don't remember if I lied and told her I made them up, but that doesn't matter now.  I finished that book I was reading.  I need to read it again.  That's all I am willing to say about it now.  

My addiction

Have you ever read a book and craved it during the day?  While you're reading it of course.  It happens to me all the time.  For instance, my dear sibling sent me a YA Lit book called Cruddy.  I have at least fifteen books in queue to read, but I started that puppy and couldn't put it down.  All day long today, I just wanted to read.  Not grade papers.  Not talk to students.  But I resisted and was excited as hell when I had to wait for a prescription so I could read.  HA!  Slightly pathetic.  So I just got off the phone with my mom and we talked about the usual, her doctors appt, cats, my husband, etc. Then, guess what we talked about?  Books!  Wow.  How diverse my life is.  Gonna go read...

Time

Moves so much more quickly as you get older.  It's one  of those things older people tell you and you just shrug it off, but damn it is true!  I guess I am an older person telling you now.  You, whoever you are.  My sister I guess.  I love to type.  I love to write.  It seems rather inconvenient to write a blog every day though. I wonder why?  The pressure to perform.  That's a crock.  What should I tell you?  I went to breakfast with a friend today and had eggs benedict.  With real hollandaise sauce.  MMMM.  Great coffee.  I love Gmail.  Maybe I had too much coffee today?  I need to clean my office.  We gave the cats, we have four, flea stuff today and they are all passed out now.  Which is pretty much par for the course because they are cats.  Speaking of cats, I have been dreaming about what I will do if and when I retire from teaching.  I want to have a cat sanctuary and I found a great one on the web.  I will try and post it here.  

http://www.cathouseonthekings.com/index.php

Check it out.  That's me in about ten years or so.  Although at the rate time is going...

How can I not?

Talk about students?  School?  That is who I am.  That is what I do.  Today was a great day, but I had a run in with some students.  What happened isn't important, but I felt bad.  I was questioning what I had done in the situation, what I should have done to handle it differently.  Whether or not I was still a good teacher.  Yeah, I know, quite a jump but that's what I do.  Then I talk to my partner about it and feel a little better.  Later, I am posting back and forth with ex-students, and current students and they post about what a great teacher I am!  It totally made my night.  ALSO, a student who is currently in my previous school and one I feel I mentored, is on the verge of being accepted into an elite Ivy League school.  It's not even important that she gets in, it's that she got that far, and learned to believe in herself enough to do it.  What better job could there ever be?