
I am unsure why, and I don't really want to examine it too closely, but I came out of school whistling.
I felt as though I looked, well, like me, and I liked it. Blue oxford shirt, sleeves rolled up to my elbows, a yellow tie with blue pigs on it, and khakis. Black shoes, eh.
I voted! That was cool.
Classes are going well, except for a few kids I am annoyed at. Department meeting went well. I had to sub for an art class, and they were really good.
Then again, maybe it's because a buncha compliments came my way in the last day.
1. New guidance counselor, in the building maybe 11days at the most, drops me a note saying she understands I am the go-to guy for getting student tutors. My fame, she spreads.
2. I write a note to one of my favorite sports-media bloggers and he responds: "All lucent, blog-worthy comments - you should start one . . . Seriously - great stuff. .. ."
3. I had to write to someone at the National Honor Society national office, and I apoligized for having to ask for something that was already sent to my school. The response was: "Oh, we like you here . . . we liked to read what you posted on the message boards." From someone I do not think I have ever met.
4. The best one, even though I heard it before, came from a good friend who said, "You know what I like about you, Liam? You always try to see the good in people."