From the mouths of babes.

My first dose of reality for the year came this morning during 2nd period. In class yesterday, my students had interviewed each other in order to write up one-page essays on the lives of their partners for homework last night. In a couple of classes, I have an uneven number of kids, so I had to interview/be interviewed.

The last sentence of the essay written about me by a kid named Ramsey:

"Maybe one day Miss Terry will get married and buy a house. Who knows?"

Something to strive for, at least.