I am kind of thinking World of Warcraft themed wedding. Or maybe a cat themed wedding (featuring, you know, my cats, and whoever-the-fuck-I'm-marrying's cats).

Actually, yes, they can. We live in 2014 and the iPad I am writing this on can interpret speech and also read text aloud.

I got really excited when it showed my fav, Two Sisters on the Terrace.

I had an email disaster in the early days where someone who had been a friend in high school said something mildly crappy about me shortly after we went to college. If I see him at our twenty year reunion, I'll probably punch him for how hurt I was.

As a seventh grade teacher, I am sympathetic. Recently I discovered that I can get the kids' attention (and gently out-loud them) if I sing.

I came out to my mom last week and thank god she was just like, "meh, no biggie."

I would cry if I ever had to be not 1:1 again.

Your tech dept is being cheap. We have LanSchool which means I can monitor everything the little darlings are doing, set up additional filtering and blocking, and control their computers all from the comfort of my desk.

My mom buys turkey-molded butter for thanksgiving and lamb-molded butter for Easter. It is a classy touch.

Omg. Which dorm? Neptune girl here.

Yeah, as an alumna, not the least bit surprised. Happiness is also in short supply there. I mean, this is the place where I was frequently forbidden to bring my laptop to class.

I try very hard to separate social justice from politics, because at this point I agree with the Princeton study that suggests America is an oligarchy anyway. But standing up for social justice gets you called names and everyone seems to assume you are completely pro-Democrat.

It's not that bad. I am just at the end of my period and the beginning of a cold, that's all.

Nobody comes after you with a paperwork stick. It will be ok. She is just being a pain in the butt. You get there when you get there.

And then they get worse again. Ugh optimism.

Or will it be worse? I mean, I have depression, so the voice is pretty much telling me it will be worse.

I got a snarky facebook message saying that the person also hoped I'd also teach my students about how shitty Barak Obama is for skipping that general's funeral. It was def a snark at Friday's mini-lesson.

Meh. Not having been born yesterday, I did talk with my principal about what I was doing. I am not too worried.

Parents, other teachers, the media...

It was over the course of four different sections and it was really spontaneous. The first time was not well received - some of the students thought I was saying the problem was with people of color - but the other classes understood what I was getting at.