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waiting....

I'm waiting a few more minutes, then will have to make a phone call.  I hate talking on the phone, but I need a few answers....

I'll be starting my new job soon, soon, and must respond to a parent email about the textbook she needs to purchase for her daughter.  I didn't choose the textbook, and it turns out that it is ridiculously expensive. The parent wants to know whether she can buy it used, or must purchase it new with an access code to the textbook's website.  So I must call, and talk to the veteran teacher, who doesn't like to respond to questions via email, to find out how closely I am expected to follow the book and use the online resources, then respond to the parent about whether we will be using all of the fancy audio and video resources online or not.

I'm on the fence about it -- following the textbook and using all of the resources is much less personally interesting for students.  On the other hand, it sure does make planning easier for me if all I need to do is get the students started using the online resources and monitor their progress....

I think being a better teacher will win out, although I do think it would be nice to be able to use the fancy technology features and at least somewhat follow the textbook features online.  I mean...all of the other parents are paying for that, aren't they?

In other worlds, life lately has been nice, mostly relaxing, and passing by all too quickly.  My little peanut is fast approaching her 1st birthday, and I am having a hard time wrapping my head around how big she's getting!  She is trying to walk, calls for "mama" and "papa", loves to swim at the beach, and charms all of her admirers. Being a mom has been, so far, a very fun experience.  Even the hard days are balanced out by the good days, and her laugh!  Oh, her laugh is worth millions, to me.

This is a bittersweet time of year -- the beginning of school, once more, and therefore the end of long lazy days of snuggles followed by swimsuits...I am excited by the prospects of this new job, but sad, sad, sad to be left with little time each day with my little one.


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