I LOVE TAGALONGS. THEY MAKE ME FAT AND HAPPY.

So, MAP testing has officially started. Allow me to shoot myself in the face because it's lasting for the ENTIRE month of April! We're testing every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, from 7:45-9:15 for three weeks straight. Then we get squished classes, so instead of them being 50 minutes they are now around 30-35. So, basically nothing gets done in my class because our kids are so fried that they can't even think straight. Hell, I'm fried, and I'm only scribing for one of my students! Hello April Struggle! Goodbye, Days Where I Liked My Job.

I've been getting stuff done for my wedding. YAY!

I've also been having the severe itch to start writing again. It's a major part of my life--or it was before Fellows--so having no time to do so has really taken a large chunk of myself and displaced it somewhere. I have no time to even think about the next chapter of the story I started; the plot is still fresh and brewing in my mind, but if I'm not writing a paper for Fellows or doing something regarding teaching, wedding, or sleeping (oh sleep, how I miss thee), then I'm basically not existing. I just really want to write. But I don't have the time to do so. And I'm very secretive about my writing. When I found out that Mark Twain used to fret and moan over how crappy his work was until his wife and seventy other people pushed him into publishing every single work of his, it made me feel like less of a freak of nature.

Is anyone else being called Mom a lot by their students? My kids keep playing "house" and occasionally say strange things like, "You're the mom and we're the kids, Ms. Franklin!" It makes me feel strange because I've actually responded to kids calling me Mom, and I'm not a mother!! Not to mention the fact that my students randomly say things like, "MOM... I mean, MS. FRANKLIN!" They're always uber embarrassed. It's funny.