Quilly | March 30, 2007
The world is a lot different now then it was when I was a kid. We certainly weren’t as coddled then as children are today. In fact, when I was growing up I was pretty well certain that The Grownups Wanted Us Dead. And when they weren’t trying to kill us, we [...]
Quilly | March 29, 2007
Every time I think I ‘ve had it and could easily kiss teaching good-bye, something happens to remind me why I do what I do. The other day the mother of a former student stopped by to tell me she’d checked into enrolling her daughter in my class next year, only to be told I [...]
Quilly | March 29, 2007
Two days to Spring Break. I can’t wait.
For anyone dreaming of becoming a teacher for the cushy hours and summers off, I’d like to suggest you reconsider. Yes, I am given weekends off, but don’t think that means I don’t work. It just means I don’t get paid. Deadlines are deadlines. [...]
Quilly | March 27, 2007
OC is forever comparing his blog stats to mine and wailing about his lack of popularity. I chide him a bit, and tell him it is because of the T word. You know, the one we all try to avoid: Think! So that really makes what I am about to say next incredibly ironic:
On Monday, [...]
Quilly | March 27, 2007
I am sucking down a venti Starbucks Mocha and wondering why I didn’t stick to my first reaction when OC announced he was going to be in town for about 16 hours on his way to Hawaii — I told him I hoped he’d like the plastic chairs at the airport. Of course, I didn’t [...]
Quilly | March 26, 2007
While griping about my neighbor’s insistence on playing the same songs over and over again ad nauseum, I have to confess, I have been known to do the same thing. Not quite as much these days as I did in my youth, but still, I hit replay on the stereo my fair share of [...]
Quilly | March 24, 2007
My elderly neighbor had her great granddaughters over today. They kept playing Britney Spears’, Oops! I Did It Again. About the second dozen times I listened to it, I wondered if the grownups in the house had gone deaf, and almost immediately I heard the little old lady query, “Honey, doesn’t [...]
Quilly | March 22, 2007
Now appearing at, The Grownups Wanted Us Dead: Shiny, Bright Red, part two in the saga of Quilly and Rumble, cousins with cause to kill.
Every evening before dinner, Rumble would stretch out on the living-room floor and take a nap. Often, to use as little floor space as possible, he put his feet next to [...]
Quilly | March 21, 2007
January’s Test:
Today we received our scores from the 5th grade writing profeciency exam we took in January, and 76 of the 118 fifth graders who took the test passed. We needed 53% to meet federal mandates, and we achieved 67%. That is pretty dang good for a school whose population is abput 85% second language [...]
Quilly | March 19, 2007
I am tired. I am sick. I am cranky. And I am an idiot.
I am also near-sighted. In fact, I am so near-sighted that if I take off my glasses I cannot find them again without putting them on to look for them. That is why I always have an extra pair. This morning that [...]
Quilly | March 18, 2007
Special Announcement:
OC and I were the guest readers this weekend at Waking Ambrose. Pop on over to Doug’s place and listen to Episode 11 of The Meditations of Diogenes The Cynic.
You may now proceed to today’s post:
Sometimes not only the The Grownups Wanted Us Dead. On occasion we were quite content to kill each other.
I [...]
Quilly | March 17, 2007
There was a time in my life when contact with a drunk left me feeling angry and frustrated. During the first couple of years after my husband and I separated, I had to stay away from bars or other places drunks might congregate (like parties) because the sight of a drunken person would fill [...]
Quilly | March 17, 2007
Believe it or not, the kids come voluntarily. Fifty-one 5th graders showed up this morning for a half a day of math. We’ve done this 3 Saturdays in a row. We aren’t teaching anything new, just reinforcing what they’ve already learned.
The thing is, our 5th graders are smokin’ hot. They’re ready for the test, and [...]
Quilly | March 16, 2007
Tonight was one of those rare nights in my life when I returned home from school and just sat. I sat not thinking. Not moving — well, except maybe the drip of saliva coming from the corner of my mouth. Sometimes the body is just too tired for any form of stimulation — even sleep.
Yes, [...]
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