Munchkin shots

Though it shouldn't be, it is safe to say that blogging when you are away become a significant chore at times. There is no real creative inspiration fueling my words, and my entries become dull, tedious, lacklustre. For that I apologize to all my many admirers (...sigh....I think I heard an echo at the end of that sentence, the sound of an empty audience) for my unstimulating digressions. The problem is that the photos I take spastically at all times of the day pile up so quickly, and the process of transferring them onto the internet is so agonizing, that when it comes to the writing part...the part I would actually ENJOY if I gave myself the chance...becomes and afterthought...a quick summary of what is happening in the images. And even the image descriptions are incoherent and trivial most of the time.
But let's be honest bloggers (hahaha, I can't believe I just used that word)...life is full, and the lives of our "readers" are just as eventful as our own. Skimming photographs is really all people have time for. So, on that note, a warning that the quick summary is beginning. For those of your looking to skim, you may begin. Oh wait, you never stopped to read this in the first place.....awkward.....
For those of you without a life (or, you are my mother), a summation. I have fallen very deeply in love with my kids over the past few months. They may be taking on some of the weight of my lonliness (that's what they are there for, really; to bear the brunt of my emotional suppressions). However, besides that, they have been really fabulous. This may simply be the fact that, in the beginning, I feared the fact that I would have to deal with them for an entire year day in and day out when each class seemed to strip me of all of my will to live. But they have grown, they have matured, and I would like to take some credit for whipping their poor little souls into shape. They listen sometimes, as miraculous as it is, and they are LEARNING. It is overwhelming sometimes. We went to the train museum a week ago. And, though in all fairness there was some yelling and frustrations involved (there always is), we acutally enjoyed a MUSEUM......TOGETHER. It was a beautiful thing. First class each morning has become bonding time in good old Class Deer. I get the lowdown on their lives in their tiny little vocabulary, mingled with a lot of "uh...uh...uh..uh"'s in different tones used to replace real words, and they get to hear about all of my little fiascoes.
One down side...I assumed they did not understand a lot of my obsessing. It is kind of like when you talk to your pet...it is more for you than it is for them......and you just play like it is a two-sided conversation. This assumption ended when my principal came up to me after a class and said "Have you been talking about a hockey team? They told me that the Calgary Flames were the best hockey team ever, and that Toronto was 'not so good', and that when Toronto loses to Calgary you are going to have a class party....."..............awkward pause.................."No May, I have no idea what you are talking about.............they must have made that one up on their own................." coy smile, head down and walk away.......
Maybe that is the second thing they are there for. They are there for you to invent tiny little versions of yourself....tiny little versions with accents and crazy permed hair.

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