Last night, as my head hit the pillow, I thought to myself: Oh s*&t. I forgot to lock up the money I had collected for science fair presentation boards. There was a pile of single-dollar bills in my unlocked desk drawer. I hurriedly sent an email to a colleague of mine, asking her to grab the cash for me. Then I forgot about it.
Today was a PD day. The program was about creating a multi-culturally aware classroom. Oh my goodness. It was exactly what we had seen many times from TFA. The speaker was enjoyable, but lacking additional information about the statistics on his slides. I had a nice Chinese food lunch special for lunch, and overall it wasn't too bad. I left a few minutes early so I could get back to school and meet my students for an after school SF work session.
I walked into the building, and was swarmed by kids who had to hug me and tell me how much they missed me. My heart melted.
Then I made my way upstairs, and the aforementioned emailed colleague said, "I'm so sorry, I just checked my email. I didn't get a chance all day to check it. I looked in your desk drawer, and didn't want to go fishing around, but saw a bag of quarters and figured if they didn't take that, they didn't take the money."
You mean the bag of quarters that also had $50 in dollar bills? Crap. And just like that, my stupidity lost me $50.
I futilely fished through my drawers, in the hopes that I misplaced the money somewhere. No luck. I'll never see that money again. It's not even worth pursuing, so I'll just have to cough up the money. The worst part is that some kid, likely one of my beloved homeroomers, will think that he can get away with crap like this.
I spent the next hour being cranky, and having kids comfort me with their SF enthusiasm.
Of course, a few of my kids refused to take the late bus home, so I had to wait for another half hour while we played the "my mother/father is on the way, I'm sure" game. Crankiness ensued.
In typical TFA fashion, I then learned an important lesson about getting over minor setbacks. I had dinner with my grandfather's friend. By that, I mean I had dinner with a man who attended school with my grandfather in a small, nearly unpronounceable town in Poland until they were kicked out of middle school, thrown into concentration camps, and then forced through myriad horrors for the next several years. They then (separately) sailed to the US and made their lives and families from scratch. I learned about his early experiences in this country, and his three sons and eight granddaughters (interesting statistical anomaly, right?). It was nice, and made my $50 much less significant in the Grand Scheme of Things.
I headed home, suitably fed, and stopped at the gym on the way. In my hurry to extinguish my crankiness, I didn't even change out of my work clothes. I figured an easy 30-minute weightlifting session in work clothes wouldn't be too bad. My sweater already needed washing and, as I learned in college, pants never get dirty.
On my way into the gym, I checked the rules list posted on the way, because some kids had been running around the gym this weekend while their mother walked slowly on the treadmill (like, .5 mph slow). As I thought, no children under 14 were allowed at any time. 10 minutes into my relaxing, but lazy-because-I-donated-blood-yesterday workout, about a half dozen 10-year-olds walked into the weight room. As I stood there holding weights, they dropped their bags around the floor, took out medicine balls, and took up every available square inch of the room tossing them around. I didn't even have room to do my own lifting. I looked around in amazement and their complete lack of consideration, and then stomped out of there.
Still cranky. I threw on some running shoes and did a couple of laps around the parking lot. I know my problems aren't bad compared to some stuff that's happening in the world, even in my kids' lives, but I still need to sit in my PJs for a couple of hours and have a beer.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Miss, You a Nigga
I just drove home to hang out at the fire house this evening. I got in early, so i stopped at a local fire department blood drive. Both of those things are the cause of my first day of skipped exercise.
These kids are getting pretty excited about Science Fair. Today, I had 4 kids stay after school to work on their projects (in addition to a couple of them working with me during my preps today). I made a comment to one of the students while he was working, and he responded with, "Nobody's getting offended. I'm a nigga. Miss, you a nigga." (I suddenly remember a moment in about fifth grade when I had to ask my mom how to spell "nigger". I can only imagine how uncomfortable it must have been for her. Because if there is anything that makes white people uncomfortable, it's that word.
My response was something along the lines of, "I don't think so. Have you seen me?" He proceeded to explain to me that I am a nigga because my ancestors must have been brought here on ships to work as slaves.
Does he really think that people didn't come to America voluntarily?
I explained to him that my ancestors did her voluntarily, some of them were slaves at one time. We then discussed how my personal story relates to that of some movies they'd seen, like Schindler's List. And, being the great teacher I am, I managed to turn this into a lesson on bullying. Hitler was a bully, after all. Yes. Teachable moment!
Now I'll save three lives by giving a pint of blood, then enjoy my PD day tomorrow.
These kids are getting pretty excited about Science Fair. Today, I had 4 kids stay after school to work on their projects (in addition to a couple of them working with me during my preps today). I made a comment to one of the students while he was working, and he responded with, "Nobody's getting offended. I'm a nigga. Miss, you a nigga." (I suddenly remember a moment in about fifth grade when I had to ask my mom how to spell "nigger". I can only imagine how uncomfortable it must have been for her. Because if there is anything that makes white people uncomfortable, it's that word.
My response was something along the lines of, "I don't think so. Have you seen me?" He proceeded to explain to me that I am a nigga because my ancestors must have been brought here on ships to work as slaves.
Does he really think that people didn't come to America voluntarily?
I explained to him that my ancestors did her voluntarily, some of them were slaves at one time. We then discussed how my personal story relates to that of some movies they'd seen, like Schindler's List. And, being the great teacher I am, I managed to turn this into a lesson on bullying. Hitler was a bully, after all. Yes. Teachable moment!
Now I'll save three lives by giving a pint of blood, then enjoy my PD day tomorrow.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
First World Problems
Prior to today I had 2 major problems: first, I had recently downloaded the second part of the sixth season of Doctor Who onto iTunes, but since getting a Roku for Hanukkah, and being able to watch Netflix on my TV, I no longer feel satisfied watching TV on my computer. Second, the boredom of running makes it hard to do it regularly.
Voila, problem solved. I have discovered that the iPad sits perfectly on the treadmill, and the time just floats by as I watch Doctor Who.
If you are unfamiliar with the term "first world problem", I recommend looking into it. It's an internet meme describing complaints that can only be made by someone living in a privileged society like ours. An example would be something that bothers me every couple of days: the free gym in my apartment complex is 1/4 mile from my apartment, and I wish I had a closer apartment because I feel silly driving there.
On Friday, I had no school, so I decided to visit my middle school. My own middle school, where I grew up. I had a wonderful time, and it's a little schadenfreude-ly fun to see rich white Jewish middle schoolers having the same social problems as my kids. I also got to speak to some of my favorite teachers and mentors growing up. My middle school chorus teacher, who had been supporting my acting career since she taught an acting class I took at the local community center when I was five, showed such genuine pride in my career choices and successes that I was flattered to the ground. (Is that even a real expression? Can it be?) It reminded me how much confidence she gave to a quirky middle schooler to be herself, some years ago. I also saw my high school film and literature teacher, who has since become the chair of the English department in the district. In addition to having 18(?) years of experience teaching in an urban setting, and being able to sympathize with the fact that my students don't want to do work because they plan to grow up to become basketball players or rappers, is an incredible inspiration as an educator. He reminds me that even suburban education isn't perfect and that there are things that I can do personally to fix systems.
And then there was my sixth grade science teacher. I'm sure I've mentioned before that I want to grow up and be her. Walking into her classroom was like coming home. And in response to doing a little thing like mentioning a fraction of how much I admire her, she gave me things. Lots of things. Advice, enthusiasm, empathy, and most importantly, posters for my classroom, activity books, classroom demonstrations, and other goodies to share with my kids. Also, the promise of more. She also expressed pride in my attempts to carry on the torch. I hope to live up to her expectations.
At the very least, I know I'm working on it.
And besides, I've made it through a week of perfect workouts. 5 workouts, 2 rest days, 1 episode of Doctor Who.
Also, sweetest thing ever.
Voila, problem solved. I have discovered that the iPad sits perfectly on the treadmill, and the time just floats by as I watch Doctor Who.
If you are unfamiliar with the term "first world problem", I recommend looking into it. It's an internet meme describing complaints that can only be made by someone living in a privileged society like ours. An example would be something that bothers me every couple of days: the free gym in my apartment complex is 1/4 mile from my apartment, and I wish I had a closer apartment because I feel silly driving there.
On Friday, I had no school, so I decided to visit my middle school. My own middle school, where I grew up. I had a wonderful time, and it's a little schadenfreude-ly fun to see rich white Jewish middle schoolers having the same social problems as my kids. I also got to speak to some of my favorite teachers and mentors growing up. My middle school chorus teacher, who had been supporting my acting career since she taught an acting class I took at the local community center when I was five, showed such genuine pride in my career choices and successes that I was flattered to the ground. (Is that even a real expression? Can it be?) It reminded me how much confidence she gave to a quirky middle schooler to be herself, some years ago. I also saw my high school film and literature teacher, who has since become the chair of the English department in the district. In addition to having 18(?) years of experience teaching in an urban setting, and being able to sympathize with the fact that my students don't want to do work because they plan to grow up to become basketball players or rappers, is an incredible inspiration as an educator. He reminds me that even suburban education isn't perfect and that there are things that I can do personally to fix systems.
And then there was my sixth grade science teacher. I'm sure I've mentioned before that I want to grow up and be her. Walking into her classroom was like coming home. And in response to doing a little thing like mentioning a fraction of how much I admire her, she gave me things. Lots of things. Advice, enthusiasm, empathy, and most importantly, posters for my classroom, activity books, classroom demonstrations, and other goodies to share with my kids. Also, the promise of more. She also expressed pride in my attempts to carry on the torch. I hope to live up to her expectations.
At the very least, I know I'm working on it.
And besides, I've made it through a week of perfect workouts. 5 workouts, 2 rest days, 1 episode of Doctor Who.
Also, sweetest thing ever.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Weekend
On account of having made it through this tiring week, I would like to celebrate Three Kings Day with this song about mitosis. Yeah, I'm starting to plan for Post-SF. It's getting fun again.
Unfortunately, the post-vacation blues have made me kind of blah and unmotivated. It's fun seeing kids get excited about making their presentation boards, but I've hit a slump. I love the kids and I love the work, but the days feel too long. I'm hoping it'll pick up after Science Fair, when we can continue with the routine that works so well (er, slightly better) and I can teach the things I love. At least this week was short, and next week I have new teacher PD on Tuesday and a half day on Wednesday.
I had a good teacher moment, though. I recently got access to some textbook-aligned adapted reading worksheets. Basically, they summarize sections in the textbook in lower-level English and ask straightforward questions about the summary. One of my students didn't have her SF packet, so I gave her this to work on. She often asks questions for 10 minutes straight, clings to the class aide, and then slumps in a huff of frustration and doesn't finish her work. I gave her this assignment. I wasn't surprised when she raised her hand 10 minutes later. I was surprised when she handed me back the entire assignment completed. Correctly.
Yesterday I had a sad and frustrating look at Bridgeport. I was waiting on line at the Food Bazaar, an inexpensive ethnic supermarket. I like to go there to get the important staples in my diet: sushi rice, udon, and other international simple carbohydrates. In fact, I think my favorite food might be any combination of international simple carbs and salt.
The middle-aged couple in front of me in line looked like they had a month's worth of groceries for a family. When it came time to pay, their food stamps card was $3 short. So, they decided to put back the package of frozen hot dogs. I waited for 10 minutes while they sorted out the cash register in two different languages (English and Spanish). Meanwhile, I took stock of the items in their cart that may not have been the best deal. There were two cases of diet Snapple Iced Tea. Really? I can understand one bottle as a treat, but two cases of an overpriced bottle of water and chemicals? At least buy the ones with calories in it (although the couple didn't look like they were too short on calories, but you never know. I read somewhere on the internet that the US has an interesting epidemic of coinciding obesity and malnutrition. In the same people. I guess McDonald's doesn't do it for you after all.)
If the Snapple wasn't bad enough, they also had a case of Hi-C foil pouches. Not only can we teach our children to enjoy high-calorie, low-nutrient drinks, we can also teach them to make poor financial decisions by spending exceedingly more on single-serve pouches rather than buying the same drink powder in bulk and mixing it ourselves.
Gah. Not only did I have to wait in line, I also had to witness first-hand the downfall of our country. Not only our country, but my city. These are the parents of my students. I've gotta go grassroots to the max. Let's improve this city.
After the weekend.
Unfortunately, the post-vacation blues have made me kind of blah and unmotivated. It's fun seeing kids get excited about making their presentation boards, but I've hit a slump. I love the kids and I love the work, but the days feel too long. I'm hoping it'll pick up after Science Fair, when we can continue with the routine that works so well (er, slightly better) and I can teach the things I love. At least this week was short, and next week I have new teacher PD on Tuesday and a half day on Wednesday.
I had a good teacher moment, though. I recently got access to some textbook-aligned adapted reading worksheets. Basically, they summarize sections in the textbook in lower-level English and ask straightforward questions about the summary. One of my students didn't have her SF packet, so I gave her this to work on. She often asks questions for 10 minutes straight, clings to the class aide, and then slumps in a huff of frustration and doesn't finish her work. I gave her this assignment. I wasn't surprised when she raised her hand 10 minutes later. I was surprised when she handed me back the entire assignment completed. Correctly.
Yesterday I had a sad and frustrating look at Bridgeport. I was waiting on line at the Food Bazaar, an inexpensive ethnic supermarket. I like to go there to get the important staples in my diet: sushi rice, udon, and other international simple carbohydrates. In fact, I think my favorite food might be any combination of international simple carbs and salt.
The middle-aged couple in front of me in line looked like they had a month's worth of groceries for a family. When it came time to pay, their food stamps card was $3 short. So, they decided to put back the package of frozen hot dogs. I waited for 10 minutes while they sorted out the cash register in two different languages (English and Spanish). Meanwhile, I took stock of the items in their cart that may not have been the best deal. There were two cases of diet Snapple Iced Tea. Really? I can understand one bottle as a treat, but two cases of an overpriced bottle of water and chemicals? At least buy the ones with calories in it (although the couple didn't look like they were too short on calories, but you never know. I read somewhere on the internet that the US has an interesting epidemic of coinciding obesity and malnutrition. In the same people. I guess McDonald's doesn't do it for you after all.)
If the Snapple wasn't bad enough, they also had a case of Hi-C foil pouches. Not only can we teach our children to enjoy high-calorie, low-nutrient drinks, we can also teach them to make poor financial decisions by spending exceedingly more on single-serve pouches rather than buying the same drink powder in bulk and mixing it ourselves.
Gah. Not only did I have to wait in line, I also had to witness first-hand the downfall of our country. Not only our country, but my city. These are the parents of my students. I've gotta go grassroots to the max. Let's improve this city.
After the weekend.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
$3
I didn't sleep well last night. It was awful. Every minute I was awake I spent dreading waking up at 7. I trudged into school. A colleague commented that I was dragging.
And then the kids came in. And they showed some enthusiasm for Science Fair. And I melted. I love them. They make me crazy, but I love them. It doesn't hurt that I get paid for it.
In addition to my paycheck, I'm selling presentation boards for Science Fair for $3 each. The money will be used to buy boards for next year: cheap, bulk, corrugated cardboard tri-fold boards. I've sold about 15 of them, and some students even bought their own over vacation. This thing is really moving!
I guess I'm delirious in my exhaustion. I'm also happy that some things went not-so-smoothly for other teachers for a change. I know that sounds mean, but I need to know I'm not the only one who gets in trouble for what the students do when given permission to leave the room.
I also noticed that the principal looked through my Science Fair lesson plans, and didn't make any comments. I'll take that as a compliment.
One of my classes was challenging today, but the rest were manageable. Only 1 referral today.
Another good part of today was the moment I discovered I could use kids' biases to make them work harder and learn to be nicer. For example, when I see two boys whispering and giggling in the corner, I can say, "Stop flirting, you two!" This will certainly get their attention, because no boy would want to be caught flirting with another boy. Then, inevitably, someone will shout out, "That's gay." And I'll respond, "Yes, I believe that fits the exact definition of gay. Which is fine to be. Just not in class." And then, with the class's attention, I'll teach them science.
Two days in, and two workouts down. Yesterday, I was running late at school, so I did some 5PM lunges and squats in the copy room before going to the gym. Today is a rest day. And I deserve it.
And, I have groceries and trivia to look forward to tonight.
And then the kids came in. And they showed some enthusiasm for Science Fair. And I melted. I love them. They make me crazy, but I love them. It doesn't hurt that I get paid for it.
In addition to my paycheck, I'm selling presentation boards for Science Fair for $3 each. The money will be used to buy boards for next year: cheap, bulk, corrugated cardboard tri-fold boards. I've sold about 15 of them, and some students even bought their own over vacation. This thing is really moving!
I guess I'm delirious in my exhaustion. I'm also happy that some things went not-so-smoothly for other teachers for a change. I know that sounds mean, but I need to know I'm not the only one who gets in trouble for what the students do when given permission to leave the room.
I also noticed that the principal looked through my Science Fair lesson plans, and didn't make any comments. I'll take that as a compliment.
One of my classes was challenging today, but the rest were manageable. Only 1 referral today.
Another good part of today was the moment I discovered I could use kids' biases to make them work harder and learn to be nicer. For example, when I see two boys whispering and giggling in the corner, I can say, "Stop flirting, you two!" This will certainly get their attention, because no boy would want to be caught flirting with another boy. Then, inevitably, someone will shout out, "That's gay." And I'll respond, "Yes, I believe that fits the exact definition of gay. Which is fine to be. Just not in class." And then, with the class's attention, I'll teach them science.
Two days in, and two workouts down. Yesterday, I was running late at school, so I did some 5PM lunges and squats in the copy room before going to the gym. Today is a rest day. And I deserve it.
And, I have groceries and trivia to look forward to tonight.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Reflecting Outside the Lines
This afternoon, I spend SO MUCH TIME doing some typical TFA reflecting. My adviser reads this blog (Hi!) so I won't go into too much detail, but I think you know how much I love reflecting that is neatly formatted into a Microsoft Word table. I need to reflect outside the lines.
Some of it was really helpful. I thought I'd share my three specific goals for the immediate future (after Science Fair, of course):
1. For unit 4, put more emphasis on overarching themes and guiding questions for the unit as a whole. 2. For unit 4, I will give students more opportunities to take notes and use the notes to practice. 3. I will create a system to ensure that kids take good notes and bring them back to class on following days (with a notebook grade?)
While I'm complaining, I wanted to let you know about the school internet blocking. Certain websites are blocked. I understand why, but I think teachers should have override passwords. Facebook is blocked, okay. But they block all possible shopping sites. So, when I walk into my classroom, and it smells like 7th-graders, I can't log onto Peapod and order some Febreeze. I have to wait until I get home, an I never remember things when I get home.
Today I had the satisfaction of being correct. I thought the class would run better if I brought work for kids who couldn't/wouldn't work on Science Fair. It did! Kids even ASKED for the worksheet!
I know you're all eager to hear about my vacation. That's good, because I don't feel like doing any more work.
I started with a trip to San Francisco. I managed to eat some good Chinese food, sushi, and seafood. I visited some wineries in Sonoma. Most importantly, I RELAXED. It was wonderful. I made it an entire week without worrying about school. I read TWO WHOLE BOOKS. I felt so accomplished. There is nothing like a Christmas eating Chinese food and watching (sleeping through) a movie with some other Jews.
My New Years' was spent doing more relaxing. It was awesome. I also ate some gourmet cheese, drank strawberry champagne, and watched Twilight Zone with my boyfriend and his family.
For Hanukkah, my sister got me a fitness tracking device. So far today, I've walked 7212 steps, 3.01 miles, and 9 flights of stairs. When I get home, I get to track my food too!
I have some new exercise goals, too. I've decided that 5:00-6:00 PM is workout time, EVERY DAY, except for Wednesday and Saturday. The only exception is Monday, when I do yoga from 5:30-7. I'm working on a more specific schedule, but I'm thinking this: Sunday long run; Monday yoga; Tuesday weightlifting; Wednesday rest; Thursday run; Friday weightlifting and interval run; Saturday rest.
I'm not great at sticking to a workout plan, but let's see how it goes. Since Monday, I'm 1 for 1.
Some of it was really helpful. I thought I'd share my three specific goals for the immediate future (after Science Fair, of course):
1. For unit 4, put more emphasis on overarching themes and guiding questions for the unit as a whole. 2. For unit 4, I will give students more opportunities to take notes and use the notes to practice. 3. I will create a system to ensure that kids take good notes and bring them back to class on following days (with a notebook grade?)
While I'm complaining, I wanted to let you know about the school internet blocking. Certain websites are blocked. I understand why, but I think teachers should have override passwords. Facebook is blocked, okay. But they block all possible shopping sites. So, when I walk into my classroom, and it smells like 7th-graders, I can't log onto Peapod and order some Febreeze. I have to wait until I get home, an I never remember things when I get home.
Today I had the satisfaction of being correct. I thought the class would run better if I brought work for kids who couldn't/wouldn't work on Science Fair. It did! Kids even ASKED for the worksheet!
I know you're all eager to hear about my vacation. That's good, because I don't feel like doing any more work.
I started with a trip to San Francisco. I managed to eat some good Chinese food, sushi, and seafood. I visited some wineries in Sonoma. Most importantly, I RELAXED. It was wonderful. I made it an entire week without worrying about school. I read TWO WHOLE BOOKS. I felt so accomplished. There is nothing like a Christmas eating Chinese food and watching (sleeping through) a movie with some other Jews.
My New Years' was spent doing more relaxing. It was awesome. I also ate some gourmet cheese, drank strawberry champagne, and watched Twilight Zone with my boyfriend and his family.
For Hanukkah, my sister got me a fitness tracking device. So far today, I've walked 7212 steps, 3.01 miles, and 9 flights of stairs. When I get home, I get to track my food too!
I have some new exercise goals, too. I've decided that 5:00-6:00 PM is workout time, EVERY DAY, except for Wednesday and Saturday. The only exception is Monday, when I do yoga from 5:30-7. I'm working on a more specific schedule, but I'm thinking this: Sunday long run; Monday yoga; Tuesday weightlifting; Wednesday rest; Thursday run; Friday weightlifting and interval run; Saturday rest.
I'm not great at sticking to a workout plan, but let's see how it goes. Since Monday, I'm 1 for 1.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Welcome Back
Well, that was refreshing. I haven't made it back to my apartment yet, but I've already started thinking my new year, both in work and in life.
As far as work goes, I have a few new realizations and goals for this year. First, I've realized, with the help of a recent This American Life podcast about middle school, that middle school isn't about school. I will not optimize my impact by trying only to teach science. The kids are there to socialize, to go through puberty, and to find their place in the social pyramid. They aren't there to learn. My place is to ease their transition from whiny children to competent adults. I should focus on teaching them how to be students, how to think critically, and how to exploit their strengths and improve their weaknesses. Science is merely the medium in which I must teach these things. Once this Science Fair @&$))$& is done with, I'm going to get on that. I want to focus on two main things: taking responsible notes and making efficient use of work time. These I feel will help them make the most success in the coming years of school. And, it'll make the seventh graders much easier to teach next year.
I did a lot of thinking about this in the car. Long car rides are great for thinking about school in a big-picture sort of way. I even came up with a possible solution for insanity that Science Fair Work Week #2 promises to be; I'm going to find CMT review worksheets for those students who haven't done their experiment. So, rather than having them make trouble because they don't have anything to do while the rest of the class is writing results and conclusions, they can be learning. Or, at least kept busy.
My personal new year's resolutions are pretty bland. I want to take better care of myself, lose weight, blah blah blah. I even am planning on making it to yoga tonight, even though I recently learned that Netflix has the first eight seasons of Law and Order(original). Instead, I'll go sweat in a hot room with thinner, more flexible women. But until then, I'll sit in Starbucks and write my thoughts down.
As far as work goes, I have a few new realizations and goals for this year. First, I've realized, with the help of a recent This American Life podcast about middle school, that middle school isn't about school. I will not optimize my impact by trying only to teach science. The kids are there to socialize, to go through puberty, and to find their place in the social pyramid. They aren't there to learn. My place is to ease their transition from whiny children to competent adults. I should focus on teaching them how to be students, how to think critically, and how to exploit their strengths and improve their weaknesses. Science is merely the medium in which I must teach these things. Once this Science Fair @&$))$& is done with, I'm going to get on that. I want to focus on two main things: taking responsible notes and making efficient use of work time. These I feel will help them make the most success in the coming years of school. And, it'll make the seventh graders much easier to teach next year.
I did a lot of thinking about this in the car. Long car rides are great for thinking about school in a big-picture sort of way. I even came up with a possible solution for insanity that Science Fair Work Week #2 promises to be; I'm going to find CMT review worksheets for those students who haven't done their experiment. So, rather than having them make trouble because they don't have anything to do while the rest of the class is writing results and conclusions, they can be learning. Or, at least kept busy.
My personal new year's resolutions are pretty bland. I want to take better care of myself, lose weight, blah blah blah. I even am planning on making it to yoga tonight, even though I recently learned that Netflix has the first eight seasons of Law and Order(original). Instead, I'll go sweat in a hot room with thinner, more flexible women. But until then, I'll sit in Starbucks and write my thoughts down.
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