"Your Osom"

That is the note a girl gave me today.

On a bright pink post-it.

Now, keep in mind these are second graders and they still haven't learned the difference between 'your' and 'you're' and the correct spelling of the word 'awesome'. It's the thought that counts, I say.

Today I was back at my favorite "osom" school in a new class. Although I knew the kids from previous years (some didn't get me as a sub last year but did remember me from kindergarten - told you I was "osom"!)

We did schoolish stuff today. I scolded them a once or twice (but really, they were pretty good). There was a freezing cold recess and time in the computer lab, and interesting things being done in music. I think I want to go to the Winter (bah-winter! I want to call it Christmas!) Concert. Christmas exists, no sense denying it! Kudos to my mom for always doing real Christmas songs in her "Winter" Programs. :)