whattaday

i know it’s not a real song, but i like to make stuff up 🙂

man, what a day. of course, it’s when i’m being observed that my kids forget everything they’re supposed to do. i asked them did the observer come in with a mind-erase ray and shoot it at them when i wasn’t looking? how can they forget simple things, common courtesies? i just couldn’t understand it. then, of course, the kids i’m working with are hard and i’ve misdiagnosed a few. so now i feel like i’m dumb.

i had a loooooong meeting afterwards about a few cases. gosh. and i still have to meet with the observer! sigh. i’m so glad it’s a 3-day weekend.

“whatta day whatta day what a mighty long day”

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