Yesterday was my first day back to work in over two weeks. I think my body is in shock. Our school is insanely old (beautiful, full of character, but yeah--old), and I was just positive we would return yesterday morning to the stench of dead varmits that had succumbed to death in sticky traps left by our fearless pest guy over the holiday. But thankfully, there was none of that--just the regular smell of an old, old school. Those mice, I tell you, they're pretty smart. Must be all the education they're getting.
Today, my students got The Talk about how their Big Writing Test is only 7 weeks away. Part of the reason that I'm writing here is that much of The Talk centered around the importance of practice. If a writer doesn't practice writing, s/he will never be a better writer, right? I figured I'd better put my money where my mouth is and practice what I preach. (I also regularly remind them to avoid trite cliches. Heh.)