Thank you, Department of Education, for making this year’s tests untimed, so that this student could take a full 3 hours to answer 24 multiple choice questions.
He got 1 correct.


Who told him?
Tomorrow begins state testing. My 9-year-old students will come to school and sit for hours to take a test that is not remotely reflective of what they know, who they are, or what they are capable of achieving.
So in honor of these torturous, painful, anxiety-inducing tests that my young students have to suffer through and I have to watch them suffer through, I quit my job.
Hah, just kidding!
That’s not why I quit.
It makes me feel pretty good about my decision, though.

Ok yeah it’s a little bit why I quit.
Eric’s flight (to Georgia, not Florida. Apparently.) was delayed yesterday.

It wasn’t. Eric has spent 32 years on earth thinking that airplanes sit on a mat of tar before takeoff.

Therapist: “I’m not necessarily saying you need to drink LESS wine, but you should probably at least be drinking BETTER wine.”
Me: “Can I get that in writing?”
Therapist: <laughs>
Me: “Like, on a prescription pad?”
Therapist: <laughs>
Me: “I’m serious.”
