There is a fly in my classroom. You know what that means?

There are leaves on the trees too.

Men's Lacrosse is a brutal sport. One of these days I'd like to choose a group of special students and play with them. And smack them on the head with my lacrosse stick. I will wear shoulder muhpads and a helmet and they will not.

Am I really that person? Am I really fantasizing about the satisfaction of carnage?

This summer from June 1- 5 is the world science festival in NYC and one of the festivities is a seminar on olfaction. Is it wierd that I'd rather go to that than any choral festival that will be held this summer?

This has been a bonkers month. Can you say roller coaster? All sorts of them ... and multiple rides. Emotional, spiritual, meteorological, professional, motherly, ... a myriad of roller coasters so to speak. Some with high drops, some with fast spins, quick jerks, free falls, hanging upside down, throwing up, all of it.

After 15 years of teaching, I am still jaw on the ground surprised at some of the things I hear come out of the mouths of these precious ones.

Mic tape sticks to carpet.

Everyone should get a chance to sing a solo.

Why do I choose a cappella music for my students to learn? Why? Every year. Why?

Biting gnats bite. For real. I will testify. Head, shoulders, knees and toes. Well, more like head, shoulders, chest and back.

Douglas will be 17 on Saturday.