I don’t know about you, but we had Wednesday off. Wednesday?! Talk about a wrench in the finely-tuned machine that is the routine of my classroom. I think it’s a first, interrupting the week that way. It threw us all for a loop. Everybody thought today was Monday. I was checking homework today, and I get to one kid who says, “I thought that was due Thursday.” “Ummm…It is.” “D’oh!” Plus, I took Monday off because it was my birthday. Just ‘cuz. And I was super-productive: I walked my boy to school, I ate some bacon (that precooked frozen bacon at Costco is one of the wonders of the modern world — 45 seconds to bacon!), took a nap, puttered in the yard, skated, and went out to dinner. Beauty. The problem was upon my return. For some reason, seventh graders obsess about birthdays. It happens year after year; I’ll be in the middle of explaining something, and one excited hand has been up the whole time. I finish, and finally call on the kid. “Tomorrow’s my birthday.” Thanks for sharing. And of course, that unleashes a torrent of “my birthday’s in a week” sort of things. Save it for

