Job well done....

This is what one of my students handed in today for their vocab quiz. They had 30 minutes to work on it.

(Click the pic to see the quiz in all it's larger sized glory) 

It was over vocabulary from The Scarlet Letter, incase you couldn't tell.

A Sad Realization

It didn't really bother me that the clock in my bedroom was an hour wrong. Turns out...it REALLY bothers me when the clock in my car is off. This year seems to be the first, in recent history, that I have not had a 'man-type thing' readily available to fix said problem.

Judge me if you will, but I can't figure it out. I will not admit defeat and resort to checking with the owners manual.

By my count, the score is now:
Me-1
The Man-1

Guess I better get busy makin' some friends. In the mean time, I suppose I should put some feelers out there. Let them make the first move. You know, help make them feel useful....I hear guys like that.

Gentlemen, I'd love your help.



Seriously.


I'm a helpless girl.


I'm not proud.

Testament to Perseverance

For approximately six months the clock above my closet has been an hour off. My little way of stickin it to The Man. Sure, it has screwed me up occasionally on days that were a little slow, because I could never quite remember if it was an hour fast or an hour slow. However, most of my days are full enough that it is the minute hand that matters, not the hour.

I can't even describe the pride that washed over me today when I got up for church and realized that I had won. My clock is now right again. It's the little victories that matter.

Current Score

Me-1
The Man-0