Rain

It’s storming. I am sitting in my warm, dry office, listening to the rain and the thunder and the tree frogs, who don’t mind the storm at all and are just singing their little hearts out in the pond outside. I’m thinking this is probably a really good night to break out the half-and-half and see if I can master the fine art of pouring rosettas in a latte.

I got my updated teaching certificate in the mail today, so I’m all official — I can teach English, journalism, geometry, and any sort of algebra.

Do you suppose I’ll ever reach the point where I can think about myself teaching math without laughing?

Emily