Scott is an Uncle! My phone rang at 1:30 this morning--it was Scott telling me that the baby was born. I told my grade 10's this morning about the phone ringing in the middle of the night, and one girl said, "couldn't he have just told you in the morning?" Maybe he could have. Ah well, it was good news, nonetheless.
I've made a fine for whining in my classroom. If I hear you complaining about something, you have to leave the room and be back within two minutes with five reasons why the thing that you whined about is good. Sometimes I think I'm teaching a bunch of youngest children. My dear Scott is a youngest child, I know. Um. I have no comment about that.
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AHA! The no-comment is a comment.
He'll become Grumpy Uncle Scott.
"ryan junior, come here immediately! whaaat mushic ish thish you lishten? what do they teach you in shchool??? ah the humanity!"
By the way, what's 'whinning', Margaret?
Congratulations, Uncle Scott and soon to be (but I think already) Aunt Margaret!
I was sick today and when I called Hank at the early hour of the morning to request a sub, he told me he was a grandpa. Yay!
P.S. Good work on the complaining fine. I may need to put one of those in place over here, too, but I want to not have to do that already with 10 year olds. I just have to be excited about everything!
P.S. again. Better a whining fine than a wining fine, I suppose!
ahhh, so I can't spell very well! It keeps me humble.
Sara, you'd better put at least three more exclamation points behind that statement if you're going to convince children with bad attitudes that they're going to really really really like what you're doing!!!!!!!! Sometimes it's exhausting.
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