The New Centurion

This is my 100th blog post, or so claims Blogger. It doesn't seem like I've been at this so long, but I guess I have. I thought about some ways to celebrate, but as all of them involved heavy drinking, I thought I'd just do something I haven't done at all....post some random thoughts.

This flu epidemic seems like one long, endless snow day. The flu cases keep piling up and piling up, and we sit by the TV hoping to hear that the schools will close tomorrow as good sense dictates, and good sense takes another one on the chin.

Blogging is like being a meth addict. You're always looking for another fix. Any time anyone mentions schools in any context, I wonder how I can blog about it. There should be a 12 step program.

That centurion really isn't me. I am much cuter. Still, I wish I had a hat like that.

No one I know in real life is aware that I blog here, not even my wife. It's like having a secret identity, which is about as cool as I get these days.

Despite a few faults, I like my admins a lot. They are light years better than the morons in my previous school.

It's a bummer to get no comments when you work hard on a post. (Don't feel compelled to comment--I didn't work that hard on this one)

I actually think that Joel Klein may be, in fact, Professor Moriarty.

Randi Weingarten, on the other hand, is just Randi Weingarten. In response to a news item that a principal had punched a union rep at a corporal punishment hearing (oh, the irony), Randi said, "(Principals) have no right to harass or bully teachers, much less physically assault them." Attagirl. Take the tough stands.

The union rep reportedly did not fight back. Sayeth the CL: "Even though he's out of his mind, he's still my supervisor."

If I make it to 200 posts, I promise to think of something better. I'll try not to punch anyone.