The Muggles will all be in an uproar this week. It's the end of the first quarter; my journalistas ~ both of the newspaper and yearbook variety ~ have deadlines to meet, and I will be spending quite a bit of my "spare" time assessing student performance so I can put those little cyphers in Ye Olde Grade Book.
The festivities conclude at the beginning of next week with "teacher workdays" ~ two consecutive days designed for us to mingle, grade, munch, grade, and ultimately, attend a couple of mindless inservices.
The good news on this front, though, is Principal Man's recent executive decision. He's deemed that we should be treated like "professionals," and has given the his teachers the go-ahead to stay home next Monday. The assumption, of course, is that we will be working. Telecommuting, as it were.
So, why would I compare PM to the dreaded Voldemort? No reason, really. It just seemed apropos.