Blue Day. Formerly B Day. Day 68.

Today I got eight compliments on my hat. I realize now that people were merely mocking me. They thought my hat was ridiculous and perhaps even humorous. So I took it off and they mocked my head even more than they mocked my hat. This was period 8. The class with the least license to cast judgement, cast it nonetheless and cast it generously. Period eight does not believe in karma. But do they believe in vengeance?

I finally published a Canvas page for period six, AP study hall. They will now have access to my blog so I will have to start saying kind things about them. On the other hand they are the only class that doesn't turn in late work.

AP Government proved that no matter how late a paper is, it can always be later. I will be retired some day and living on an island when a tiny figure in a canoe will appear in the distance. They will paddle over to me. I will be so old I will have trouble recognizing them, and they will reach out their own wrinkled, hand and place a yellowed piece of parchment into mine. "I meant to turn this in forty years ago. Canvas closed. Can I still get credit for it even though it is forty years late?"

"Sure, put it on the pile." And those will be my last words for I will be 95 years old and my legacy will be a stack of papers I still haven't been able to finish grading.