My life seems to be in the way of what I really want to do. . .not sure what that means, but I have been grading, grading, and then just when I finished grading I received 3 more sets of grading. But to quote that great philosopher, David Blackor*by, "If you didn't give all those assignments, you would not have to grade them, Aunt Becky." Well, true, but as a teacher educator I feel compelled to model good teaching and formative assessment is a necessity for effective planning and teaching. so I grade and whine.
I have not mentioned my trip to the Council for Learning Disabilities annunal conference in Washington DC. last month. . .seems I brought back several things from that conference; 1. a cold or something similar; 2. a book chapter to revised by Nov. 30; & 3. happy memories of good friends I had not seen in several years.
I am almost over the whatever, coughing much less and temp seems to be gone. The book chapter is one I wrote several years ago and had given up hope would be published; but one of the editors was at the conference and said it was happening and so it seems to be. If everyone gets in gear, we should be in press by December and in print next spring. . .Yeah!
Had a chance to break bread or share drinks with a number of colleagues from the past: Virginia B., who always encouraged me in her quiet way; Ginger & Diane ; two smart, strong women who I have admired for years; Jerry & Tom -- drinking buddies who always make me laugh and have a good time; Ann, who teases me, but offers her friendship with gusto; there were many others, but no time to write more as my world has crashed and burned. . . .my baby sister has died.
