Color me Surprised

Plagiarism Boy turned in his essay yesterday. :cheer: You know, it’s moments like these where it feels good to be a teacher. No, it wasn’t great, but it was HIS. Clearly he had written it (and it was handwritten, as I’d requested). The grade won’t be all that great, but it’s better than a zero. I still haven’t heard a peep out of the dad. I think he’s still choking on that humble pie (because I really think he believed his son COULDN’T have plagiarized. The evidence of it made him keep his mouth shut). 12 more days of school and then–glorious freedom! :wave:

I’m at a good place in my new book. 191 pages. :dance: Sure, it needs smoothing out and fleshed out with certain scenes. But on the whole I *think* (knock wood) that I won’t have to delete as many sections as the last book. I have a very bad habit of slashing 75 pages and writing 100. I gape in awe at the authors who can complete their self-imposed revisions in a week. :kneel: Perhaps now that I have a better grasp on internal conflict and keeping it going throughout the book, I’ll be able to join their ranks? Hope so.

My tentative “deadline” is August 31, but I know I’ll finish it sooner. Summers are great for that. I just wish I had a better sense from the Powers that Be whether I should go ahead and write the third Irish medieval or whether I should wait and find out what they want me to do. I’m not able to submit anything new to them until a decision is made on the current book.

Today in my history class, we’re studying Watergate. I’m still doing my Song of the Day where they listen to a song from the era we’re learning about. Today’s song is “YMCA.” I have a feeling that NO ONE will be copying their homework or warm-up. We’ll all be dancing instead. Heh. :banana: :dancingfool:

What songs absolutely SCREAM 1970’s decade to you?