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This is a continuation of my journal from my 2001-2002 school year.  Please read the previous posts to give this entry context. 

Monday, November 19, 2001

Angel got a haircut.  It looks nice, but it’s buzzed on the sides, the worst kind of cut to maintain.  In two weeks he’ll look shaggy again.

After announcing her impending birthday every other day, Lupe let her birthday, November 10^th, come and go in silence.  

Hallelujah and Amen

I woke up this morning and felt exhaustion wash over me.  Before vacations our bodies relax and we can feel how tired we are. 

Students did a final proofreading of their essays and turned them in.  I heard the usual storm of excuses, reasons, questions, and pleas.  This year I’ve started to allow students to e-mail essays to me.  Many of my students have computers, but only Notepad for word processing and no printer.  They’d be better off going to the library or Enterprise Computer Center. 

Rosa showed up with her pinkie in a splint.  It got slammed in a door.  Amanda had a gauze patch near her armpit.

“I was shaving and nearly cut my arm off,” she said dramatically.  Not true, of course.  She’s such a drama queen