What's up with Whatsit

School days, school days, good old golden rule days

We have started school. The air is out in my room. There are several rooms that have no air. If you have never been to Mississippi in August, it is a million degrees. I have two doors in my room, which helps a little with circulation, but it's still hot.

Interesting factoid about my job: The district I work for is well-known for blocking any and every website that might conceivably have anything that young eyes don't need to see, however miniscule. After four school years of having writing.com available, it was vaguely amusing to see that this year, all of a sudden, it is blocked. God forbid any schoolchildren should see any type of writing going on, right?

I have started the year by reading The Three Little Pigs, among other things. One little boy wanted to know what The Big Bad Wolf's name was. I'm a big believer in honesty: I told him I had no idea, unless it was Mr. Wolf. He accepted that. I was glad he didn't go on to ask the names of the Three Little Pigs.

Every school got new copiers. We got new copiers the first year I worked at this school, in 2008. I suppose copiers become elderly after four years. This one has already run out of toner. We can't print and we can't copy. Try running a classroom without being able to copy.

On the upside, our principal is acting a little better. In four years, we had three principals. The first one retired after I had been there two years: she had been there twelve. Then we had one for one year. Then we got this one. It is her second year. I suppose she doesn't feel that she has to prove herself as much this year. She is well-known for doing things just to be principal-ish. No reason, you understand, except that she's the boss and she can. That may be slowing down this year, I hope. However, let's let the year progress a little before we pass judgement.