Seriously... What in the world happened to my right to title a post?

My emotions are all over the place tonight. I'm tired from school and thankful tomorrow is a half-day, but I'm also thinking that parent conferences can be just as exhausting as dealing with kids. Ooh, that reminds me that I need to work on a few calculations to make sure I can tell some of the parents about the grades their kids have to make to pass. I've never (never in all of my three prior classes) failed someone. Yikes...

I know I've been a little obnoxious with my ever-changing blog design lately... Those of you using Google Reader or something similar have been blessed. And yet, I think I'll change it again. Maybe tonight. These colors looked pretty the other day. Now they look like a 90's beach house or a couch from the set of The Golden Girls. I think it has to do with my desire for control. There once was a time when I would rearrange my bedroom/clean it out hardcore as a way to take some control in a life that felt out of it... Maybe now I'm physically lazy and have traded in the movement of furniture for the exchange of colors and designs in a virtual world...

My students have been pretty good this week. Eduardo has been in an uncharacteristically good mood. I like that, except for the fact that it makes him silly and he refuses to take anything seriously. He's either hot or cold. He's either hating the world and completely resistant to anything we do, or he's constantly goofing off. Apparently he thrives on my laughter. He's silly and goofs off, and if I think it's the wrong time or place, I obviously give him the teacher look. His immediate response is, "Miss! Laugh!" He wants me to think he's funny. I'm just glad he cares.

I wonder if I'll ever be cultured... I wonder if I'll ever be eclectic and read impressive books, sip hot tea, and have a style that's envied. Probably not... Maybe it's once plain, always plain.

Although I'm thinking about making myself a list of 50ish must-read classics as a goal for the next three years or so.

But even if I do, maybe I'll just stick to sweet tea.

Home... home... home... home... home... home...

Family is much more lovable when you miss them.

I don't like confrontation. It's kind of weird because when faced with it, I usually rise to the occasion. But I don't like to initiate it. I would rather avoid it if at all possible.

I had curry tonight for the first time. Ehh. I could eat it and I could do without it.

Okay. Time for grades, blog design, and nightly Bible reading... Where does the night go???