glowing and growing

I treated my roommate, Sara, to water ice today. ("water ice" is the yankee way of saying "italian ice") We both got the cantalope flavor and I found it to be just the ticket for my parched throat. As it turns out, talking in teacher-voice for 5+ hours will wear a girl down. My chords are out of practice.

I am exhausted and don't feel at all like typing this post. It just so happens, however, that I need some practice on consistency and follow-through. So, as we say in middle school English classes, two glows and a grow:

Glows

1.) Nasir remembers my birthday

2.) Michael and Girl (whose name escapes me) asked to borrow a book from my classroom library today. On their own volition!

Grow

1.) 8th graders MUST be silent when I talk. (and no more calling me, "Katie")

Ok. That's two grows. Whoops.