I think I feel better

I awakened at 2:00 AM worrying about the kid who told me about the stupid teacher and the stupid kid because I had to tell the principal about the kid who told me. Now, though, I know the teacher's fate, so that makes me feel some better. He'll be back fairly soon. I'm glad. He deserved something, but not what I thought he would get.

Brian goes to Alabama tomorrow. He talked to Dave last week and that alone has helped a lot. Maybe he just needs to know that someone else cares; his family--the ones he cares most about--doesn't seem to care much for him, that's for sure. And he told Bart that he loved him today and Bart was so happy that he text messaged me to tell me how cool that was.

I can't believe this: I'm thinking about teaching again--I mean actual classroom teaching. I submitted a letter expressing interest in the notion and John told me that we'd talk if a position became available. In the meantime, we're working on the third Literary Gala for the year (May 3) and I'm trying to get a book fair together. If I can keep things together, I'm OK. If people would play, I'd be ecstatic.

Dishes are calling and so is a good book and the bed. I'll continue this later.

Seeing The Passion this weekend, if I can handle it. I really want to handle it.