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Proud of my Beetle. She stepped up and sang at her grandmother’s funeral. She sings beautifully . . . Also proud of myself. We had lunch out at a restaurant with a limited menu. I opted for the cheeseburger. The cheese was melted on the bun, not the burger. Came with French fries and lettuce and tomato. I ate only the crappy burger. Wanted the fries. Stuck to my meal plan . . . The Minimalists try to “out pithy” one another in their live events. Reminds me of “speed poetry” back at the ‘Burg. Juvenile . . . Another The Minimalists conundrum: don’t be brand-specific or obligatory, yet we need you to leave an iTunes review. Bah! . . . I know I am nearing the end of my career. I am unwilling to take on some new initiatives (like re-building a classroom web site) as I don’t want to do all the work for a year or two left in the classroom . . . Also, with the re-districting next year, lots of people are leaving our school. Those of us who remain tend to be the experienced (old) teachers who are unwilling to roll the dice with placements in a new school . . . Haven’t watched a baseball game et this year. Can’t watch the Phillies because we no longer have the local channels. No longer have the MLB package. Not really missing it. I used to think baseball was different than the other sports in its commercialism. It isn’t. They want to extract money from me. I am unwilling to spend on it . . . I became a teacher because I wanted to give back to a community. Twenty-four years later, I am disillusioned . . .

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