Ms. Taylor Says

So I recently have learned quite a bit about break-ups, having recently experienced one myself. I have had an interesting list of songs going through my head. So I present to you, "Laurel's Chronology of a Break-up as Heard in Her Head." According to Lorelia Gilmore, moping is the first and most essential step in any good break-up. I decided to give in to this theory. I gave myself a whole day to do whatever I wanted--I watched Law and Order, drank a slurpy, and read a brain candy book. It would have been the perfect day, if I hadn't felt so bad. This stage does have nice perks though: people treating you delicately, giving you plenty of compliments and allowing you to be a completely selfish person. The problem with this is that it's kinda like when people nurse you when you have the stomach flu. It would be great if you didn't feel so crappy. For this particular stage, you need a good melodramatic melody to play in your head as you lament the events

So I have been told on multiple occasions that my life is weird. I often end up in weird situations that are TOTALLY not my fault and TOTALLY random chance. Today was another one of those. A friend of my finally put it into words--weird things often happen around me, rarely directly to me. I went to the local yarn shop ( LYS to the hardcore knitting world...) for a Black Friday sale. The earlier you got there, the more you saved. When I found out they were having a 25% off sale, I thought, " Lookie --a way to get cheap yarn (yarn rarely goes on sale), avoid crowds, and feel morally superior by shopping local." So I dragged my sorry butt out of the house in time to get to the store before 8. And there was a line! That's right! A line to get into the store. Evidently they abide strictly by the fire code (which made the store way more pleasant and became a very good idea as the next series of events unfolded...). So I finally got in the store. I was strategical

So I haven't written on here in over a year, but today something became worth writing about. I'm teaching summer school, and I love it. I never thought I would say that, but God has an amazing way of working all things for good. The kids in my classes are interesting and really smart. I'm learnin g all kinds of lessons from working with them. But today was definitely the best lesson I've learned as a teacher. Let me give some background. I am teaching a sophomore class and a junior class. These are all kids that didn't pass the first time around and the classes are 3 1/2 hours long every day. The first one starts at 7:30 AM. None of us are all that excited about these hours, but we're making it. Anyway--I had never taught a junior class before...EVER...So when I was planning the class, I thought I'd go with the basics-- The Great Gatsby and The Crucible . But everything changed the first day of school. Between both classes there are two white p