I'm writing this post from Fort Collins, Colorado. Outside of the window there is a city blanketed in snow. I made 10 new friends last night.

I am on Spring break!!!!!!!!

I bought tickets to visit friends in Colorado and in Utah. After I spend a weekend here in Ft. Collins (and go snowboarding!) I will head off to Provo, Utah to visit my great friend Katie Houston from high school. She's a teacher, too! She teaches junior high choir, which sounds infinitely harder than teacher junior high math. Guess what? We are going snowboarding in Utah, too. How awesome is that?

So yesterday when I had to leave my darling junior highers one day early I had my friend Felipe bring pizza to one of my classes. He owed me 40 bucks so I just had him buy 7 pizzas from Little Caesars (5 bucks a pizza!) and hand deliver them to my class while they were watching a movie.

Don't you wish you were in my class?

I've been pretty burnt out lately teaching 8th graders math. It's not the math part that gets me. And it's not the teaching part that gets me. It's the part where the kids are dumber than most rocks and on top of that their home life is a mess and they don't care about school, or me, or anybody really. That's the part that really gets me. I need some compassion in my heart.

Recently these latina girls have been hanging out in my classroom at lunch. They gossip and one of them raps. Two of them take boxing "because some other cholas wanna get down." They are so precious and sweet and mean and everything. If I could, I would adopt them all. But I don't have a very big house (I have a room in a shared apartment) and I am a poor substitute.

I have a big heart for them.