Grade One, continued

Let me take a minute to describe the composition of my son's class at the start of the grade one year: there were sixteen boys and seven girls. Most of the girls who had started school in my son's year had been sent into the French Immersion stream; most of the boys had not. So there was some imbalance. (My son's grade two teacher was horrified by this imbalance, but I'm getting ahead of myself).
( Grade One continued )

Also: WFC report, sort of

I need to get out of the house more often.

I had a wonderful, wonderful time at WFC in Columbus this year. My husband actually came with me, and it's apparently the first time he's been to WFC, which I didn't remember until he mentioned it when we entered the hotel's lobby.

My husband also had a wonderful time -- but he's used to me in all of my various inflections. I think I was possibly just a tiny bit hyper this weekend, and I may have left, if not the wrong impression, than perhaps the type of impression that's generally left by a runaway car on the unfortunate individuals who happen to also be in the road.
( Convention report )

ETA: Elaine and Eileen are NOT THE SAME NAME