Looking back. Looking ahead.

My writing is seriously out of shape. Please excuse.

Today is Labor Day. The last day of summer.

Tomorrow I go back to work. I'm a teacher. I have the summers off.

This summer I logged serious hours with my daughter, who started the summer at 8 months old and couldn't crawl. She ended the summer at 10 months old not only crawling, but she can say "hi" and "head." She says head because of the song Little Bunny Frou Frou, who scooped up all the field mice and bopped them on the head. Head.



















Tomorrow I start my third year as a high school music teacher. I'm tired of giving grades to young people for musical development, so I'm not going to do it anymore. This book helped me devise a way to pull this off. My administration is on board so far. Grades are pointless and don't communicate anything of meaning to parent or student. I'm done with them. I'm aware this may fail, especially at my school which is SO grade-centric, but I have to try, otherwise I'm not being true to myself.

I need to write much more. So out of shape. Fire bad. Ug.