This week was good. Long. But good.
It was finals week at school. I got all new classes yesterday, and I’m still working on adjusting to my new schedule. Today one of the kids in my class last trimester came into my room and said, “Man, Mrs. Cook, you should have done the assignment Mrs. J is having us do. We’re like taking a song and explaining how it’s poetry.” I wrote that assignment. Two weeks ago. My classes are doing it right now too. Cracked.me.up.
I became reacquainted with the gym and what Andy affectionately calls “the birthing machine.” You may know it as the hip/thigh abductor/adductor. I call it torture. And pain in your hips and thighs on Friday. But we are official card-carrying members of a 24 hour gym. I love that we can go whenever we want.
This weekend is jam-packed with fun.
Tonight I’m doing this with a friend:
Then later tonight, we’re having other friends over to watch this:
And tomorrow we’re going to Louisville to hang with J&C Harris and do this:
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