25.More.Days.

It’s that time. That horrifying, awful, terrible, cantijuststayinbed time between Spring Break and Summer. For me, that means 25 true days of instruction (some nebulous planning/conference days thrown in there until the show’s really over, though). Usually around this time of year I give up. Completely. And I usually blame it on circumstances. Here are some of my past excuses: -The schedule is all messed … Continue reading 25.More.Days.

Madame! Madame! Madame!

At 7:45 a.m. it begins. “Madame! Madame! Madame! Bonjour!” “Madame! Madame! Madame! How is Lemon (my dog)?” “Madame! Madame! Madame! Here’s an invitation to come to my camp with me!” These days I rarely ever hear the word Madame just once at a time, nor without a tone of sheer delight behind it.  Yesterday a student told me during a passing time “Madame, don’t tell … Continue reading Madame! Madame! Madame!