At around noon today I began feeling like crap. I am not sure why, but I think it was something I ate. Who knows... I am lucky I coteach with someone and was able to leave to go home.  I wasn't even sure I was going to be able to drive myself home. As I was leaving school, I turned down Portland Ave. and called my mom up to let her know I wasn't feeling good. As soon as she picked up, I had to say hold on. I threw the phone down and had to pull off the road into a parking lot. I was able to open the door and yak all over the place. Freakin' nasty!!! Once I finished, I looked up and in the building next door, a waiting room full of people were watching me. I then remembered my mom was on the phone and picked it back up. She had heard me puking the whole time.

Well...I just finished watching Obama's inauguration with my fourth graders at school and I am somewhat shocked and a little appalled. Now may I remind you that I work in the city and the majority of my students are African American. With that being so, you would think that they would care about Obama and want to watch this historic moment in history........nope. Not my students. A couple made snoring noises, the girls were playing around with each other, my autistic student was jumping up and down giving the thumbs down, and a couple did actually fall asleep. I thought showing them would be an enjoyable, memorable experience. I was wrong. It seemed as if I was torturing them.