Hello, Readers.
Eloise here,
chippity choppity hair and all.
This photo shows the new length.
It was a necessity to even up the broken chunk.
Recipe for a hair disaster:
1. YMCA pool chlorine
2. Add hair bleach necessary to cover gray caused by 4 family members, 175 students, and a puppy who has a taste for shoes.
3. Attach a 1995 hair scrunchy to your ponytail
4. Leave on overnight
5. Use a fox tail brush and dust pain to clean up pile of broken hair off of your pillow
6. Put hair in your yard so birds can use it for their nests
It's only hair, right?
It's starting to look a little more like spring.
Baby buds and blossoms.
Soaking baseball uniform.
Yes, white.
I hate white.
Park walks with no jackets.
Still not quite ready to give up that basketball.
With some nice wins to start us off,
baseball season is proving just as fun.
Ellen Louise found a Prom date.
Natalie has been wearing blue for autism awareness.
Eloise is neck deep in the fourth quarter of school--
always busy.
Here is your food for thought tonight.
Now, let's be clear--
this share is not antagonistic--
it is not meant to make a statement--
nor imply anything.
I read lots of educational articles and books,
and this was really interesting
about the structure of high school.
The author Bernie,
describes himself as
just another frustrated teacher.
Mrs. Eloise isn't frustrated--
maybe just recognizing that we are on the cusp of change,
or need for it in some regard.
Teacher peeps,
parents,
administrators,
school board members,
and basically anyone who has attended high school
should read this for your weekend homework.
Have a great weekend!
Eloise
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