My life is not like the other lives

Yesterday was another good day in the classroom. It's been like that almost all year.

There was some suckage -- on several levels -- on the way home, but I survived well, thanks to folks who can listen.

I wake up feeling better about a lot of things.

What happens?

My kids all come for the test wearing -5 Tunics of Dumb. Some of them were wearing the -10 Sweathog Tunic of Dumb.

They bombed the test.

Little Big Horn is an Indian chief.

Mexico is the state north of Texas.

The Spanish brought buffalo to the plains.

George Custer was in charge at the Chivington Massacre.

So was Robert E. Lee.

Arrrrggggggghh.

On other topics . . . .

Some of you know I have lost a good deal of vision in my right eye because of a stroke several years ago. When I teach, the door is at the back of the room, to my right.

This is important.

So, when I got home Monday, there was an e-mail telling me UPS had deliovered my new ties (including the Bayeux Tapestry and period heraldic shields ties), but I could not fiund them. I go to the UPS site and it says the driver "threw them over the fence."

I found them this morning and brought one (coffee cups) in to school, figuring I would change into it first period. (I already had a tie on). I had also left a tie in the room from Open House (I think).

The first-period kids are studying for the test, so I am pattering along, and a student asks me, "Mr. T., why do you have three ties innthe room."

I start to explain, holding up the nifty coffee cup tie, then suddenly seeing my department head laughing in the back of the room.

He does walk-bys in the morning and slipped in. I didn't see him.

(I have told the kids if they see him to say, "Hi, Mr. Buckley," but he shushed the kid).

No big deal, and he left laughing saying, "I love this job."