Mood:  rushed

Ok, in my true-to-form style I am realizing that it's going to take me forever to make any progress at all on these papers that I have to finish for the grad classes.  I'm so out of the "writing papers for college" scene that I feel paralyzed as I sit in front of the processor.  So I'm going to have to find a way to crank them out this weekend.

 I went to a friend's chorus performance last night, and it was pretty good.  There were several numbers that made me cringe because they were out of tune, but overall it was OK.  She really wants me to join this group, but I don't think I will, at least not for now.  Part is that I don't have time to add an extra night out to my schedule, but the other part is that I think I'll go back to the group I was with last year, I enjoyed it, and it's closer, and it's in the community where I teach.

 What was nice about last night was that there was a sing-along and after we finished the first song, the man sitting next to me asked. "Why aren't you up there singing in this chorus?"  That was nice, I don't get complimented for my voice very often these days.

They are prediciting possibly accumulating snow for the Boston area tomorrow night.  Oh crud.  I don't want it to start this early, and I certainly dont want a school cancellation.

I did an awesome, almost spontaneous lesson the other day using primary sources.  I sort of last minute planned it, and it was a huge hit.  I used the schedule that Bronson Alcott made for his daughter's daily routine and two diary entries for a young girl living in Massachusetts in 1836.  For whatever reason, it totally worked, and the kids will be ready to start our new book on Monday.  We're going to be starting a great story called Running Out of Time by Margaret Peterson Haddix.

Guess I should stop avoiding the inevitable.