I'm just lurking around before I have to finish up some real work. I can't stop thinking about an incident this afternoon in the office. We are only allowed 250 copies a year in the office; the rest should go to the copy center. I try to send things out ahead of time, but some things just aren't finished ahead of time. I'm a third-year high school English teacher, so the beginning of the year was easier than the past two years. Now, though, I'm starting a new novel I've never taught before--Fahrenheit 451. I'm trying to adapt literary circles to this novel. This has taken some work to find what I need and figure out what I'm doing. Well, the principal caught me making the copies, and I feel bad about letting him down. Let me say that I've gone way over the amount allowed. I am so exhausted that I feel like crying (stupid, I know). I had night class tonight, and now I will put together my packets for tomorrow. I have about 70-some formal literary analysis papers to grade--sometime. I have to figure out what I'm doing for this novel unit, write a paper for my research class, and the list goes on and on as all of you know. On top of that, I'm the speech and debate coach and my kids are not working to the best of their ability. Sorry this is long. I just needed to get this out--like confession, I guess. I hope Christmas break gets here soon!