Twenty Days of Silence.

Wow.

I have been trying to figure out why I’ve turned into such a bad blogger.  I haven’t reached a conclusion, but these are some potential reasons:

  • I’ve been lazy.
  • It’s hard (If you want it to be good–it can be a little taxing…)
  • I’ve been busy.
  • What was novel is now normal.
  • I’m ready for summer.
  • I started playing Candy Crush.
  • I discovered an online library.

I will try, people, to step up my game.  Be prepared for an onslaught of meaningless posts.  (I might need to add “Too Much Facebook” to that list–because I just tried to add a winking face at the end of a normal sentence…)

I have a lot of thoughts in my head right now about Easter.  This was brought on by my husband, who asked, “Why is it a bunny that delivers eggs–why not  a chicken?”  I found myself speechless.  Then I started thinking about all these posts I keep seeing:  Easter this year is the same day as 4/20 (A day you should apparently smoke pot…).  Somewhere some kid is putting joints inside plastic eggs.

I feel a bit puzzled by both of these holidays to be honest–pretty much for the same reason:

People who smoke pot don’t need a special day to smoke pot.  It’s like having a special day to eat cake.  (Does that day exist???) People who believe that Jesus was resurrected, don’t need a special day to praise him.  Every day is a pretty good day to do that.  And finally, what’s with the eggs?  and the bunny?  Wouldn’t they feel more comfortable on some day like the first day of spring?

Sigh.

Life is confusing.  I think I will go smoke a joint.

Just kidding.

I’ll eat cake instead.  (I totally would tear into some Peeps–but those don’t exist in Mexico…)

Wow.  I just had an ingenious idea too late.  I could have said I was giving up blogging for Lent!  Next year…

April Fool’s Day is NOT Funny

Wow.

I feel like the worst teacher in the world.

This is probably top of my charts on bad teaching moments.  It’s up there with the time I stood on a chair and yelled at my class.  It’s up there with the time I accidentally sent home the wrong end-of-the-year testing results to my class.  It’s up there with… eh.  It’s high.

We decided this morning to pull an April Fool’s Day joke on our students.  We each switched classrooms after lunch, and pretended that we had been placed in that class as the teacher for the rest of the year.  We talked about what would be different: no art, no P.E., no recess, lots of math, etc.  Then we left, had a laugh in the hallway, and returned to our own classes.

To tears.

My poor babies.  I feel like the biggest meanie in the world!  They had NO idea it was April Fool’s Day.  They had no idea what April Fool’s Day is.  They couldn’t understand why we say such a mean broma.  I tried to smooth it over by teaching them jokes like, “Your shoelace is untied.”  “There’s something on your shirt.”  “Mom, I have detention.”  That helped.

But I still feel horrible.  I think I may need to bake some cupcakes tomorrow.

April Fool’s Day is no joke, people.  Not in Mexico.