I'm incredibly tired right now so this entry will probably be
slightly truncated. Just saying.
The second grade spelling words this week are homophones (ex. Their,
there, they're, would, wood, to, too, two) and that means I need to
provide sentences so the kid knows which version of the word I am
talking about. I learned this when I was handed the list so I didn't
really have any time to think up good sentences. I was doing fairly
well until I got to 'two'. I started off very confidently but then
what I said hit my ears and I tried to save it. “I have two
balls... in the batting cage.” Yeah. The sentence doesn't even
make sense. I think I got away with it but I got lucky. I'll have
to do better on Friday.
There were two more MAP tests today. The first went on for two hours
this morning and it felt like at least eight. The other test this
afternoon went faster. Mostly because first graders tend to race
through the test. One kid actually had to redo the second part
because he finished 35 questions in under four minutes. I'm glad
they added that feature in this year but they need to up the time a
little bit. I think now it is at five minutes. That comes out to
less than ten seconds per question. Not enough time to answer most
of the questions.
When I wasn't watching testers I was able to finish a storybook and
start on another one. I'm down to only four left. So close. I
haven't looked at them yet to see how much work needs to be done but
I am hoping for not a lot. The one I just finished as fourteen pages
plus the cover, and the one I just started is about half that, so it
should go a little faster. Hopefully.
After work I went to Hobby Lobby and got frames for my Doctor Who
prints. They look good and they
were half price. When I got home I wrapped the books I got my
brother for his birthday. I don't know if he ever reads the books he
gets me but this time I put a twenty dollar bill in the back of both
books, so even if he just flips through them he should at least find
those, if not a good story.
A little bit later I went and picked
my sister up and we headed down to the restaurant my brother picked
for his birthday dinner. A steakhouse. At the last steak place we
went to I was able to order several different sides and they put them
all on one plate so I wasn't having to juggle a bunch of plates. At
this place they had something called a Veg Plate, that was just the
option to pick four sides. I went with green beans, rice, fresh
vegetables, and french fries. They put it all on one plate but the
only thing really on the plate were the fries, everything else was in
a little cup. And, the best part, bacon on the green beans. I
avoided the salad in the off chance that they put bacon on it (like
at the one steakhouse I went to awhile ago) and then they put it on
the green beans. I started to pick it out but then just gave them to
my dad because the bacon was everywhere and the beans were kind of
soupy so I might as well have been drinking bacon juice. Also, the
fresh vegetables were somewhat overcooked broccoli and somewhat
undercooked baby carrots. Needless to say, I've had better meals.
The fries and rice were good and the rolls were really good. So
there's that.
Ignoring the food, dinner was good.
I talked to my brother about videos games, my dad about elephant
teeth, my dad and sister about corporate business, and my dad and
grandma about the book I read for book club, Orphan Train.
It turns out there wasn't much of a story to my grandpa's and his
sister's orphan train experience. She was three years old and my
grandpa was three days old and they don't really know the history for
why they were on the train. It is good that they were so young
though because they were picked out and adopted for the fact that my
great grandparents wanted children, not because they wanted someone
for manual labor.
At one point during dinner, and this
is apparently a thing, they turned up the music and all the waiters
and waitresses in the place started dancing and kind of singing.
Never have I seen so much energetic movement on people who's faces
are dead. None of them were into it and it showed on their faces,
but their bodies hadn't gotten the memo. There was one girl who had
been in the middle of cleaning off a table so she did a miniature
version of the dance while standing between two of the chairs at the
table, looking less than thrilled. My dad had been in the bathroom
when it started and as he walked by one of the waiters dancing in the
aisle he asked him “I don't have to dance do I?” and the waiter
replied “Tell me about it.”
When I got home I ate a little food
to fill out my dinner a little, cleaned the frames for my Doctor
Who prints and put the prints in
the frames, clicked around the internet, and watched the best of
Jimmy Fallon on SNL. I've been tired since this afternoon and I have
a headache from having to talk over the music and background noise at
dinner. So I'm going to go to bed and hope I wake up feeling rested.
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