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A week or so ago, we had a big gathering at a corn maze outside of Atlanta. It was a great deal of fun. Courtney, Emily and Christy and I went racing through the maze, trying to scare each other, and acting like kids. And just generally being the goofball that you need to be on the weekend to let all the stress out.


I like this shot because it makes Christy look devious, and she and I were the instigators of racing around corners and jumping out at Emily and Courtney. The maze was a bit too easy, and when I could tell that the path was a circuit, I raced ahead, and ran down an adjacent path, listening to them say, "Where's Kate? I think we lost her." And then it was my favorite when I raced up behind them and scared the living daylights out of them. It was good times all around, and I think I yelled and screamed enough to deserve the sore throat I now have.

I have been particularly stressed lately, and I finally got sick on Thursday evening this week. I guess I should have known it was coming. Besides the fact that everyone and their dog at school was getting a virus, I started to be loopy last period on Thursday. I couldn't seem to spell anything right on the board, and then when a kid said something funny, I just lost it, really lost it in front of my students.

But what would you do if a kid said that Bob Marley was the ghost who had his head on the knocker of Scrooge's door? The image was just too much for me.
We really weren't laughing at my student. I don't think he thought that. But once those words escaped his lips, and we all realized what he had said, we all had such a mental image in his head, and I could not get through a sentence of the story for at least five minutes.