Does perfection exist?

So, I've been thinking about it and I've concluded that student teaching is meant to drive a person mildly insane. Because anyone can watch one lesson and give you tips on what you should've done better, those of us who strive for perfection are bound to be annoyed by the student teaching experience (possibly most of our teaching careers... but whatever....). It just makes sense. So this past week, while quasi-hellacious, probably wasn't quite the death of my career it seemed like at the time... after all, to quote J. Wilcox: "We're still green!" Indeed we are, indeed we are. (Thus, I go forth towards new week...)

Weekend was goot. Graded a truckload of papers, found out L. Moe enjoys video games (and watched her pond video), chatted with the zoo co-workers a ton, watched at least six Law and Order episodes amidst the paper grading, and got a decent amount of sleep. Oh! And I had a run-in with a wild turkey that lives outside the zoo (doesn't belong to the zoo)... it wouldn't leave my truck alone so I couldn't leave! Talk about craziness (and good opportunity for someone out there to kill themselves a turkey....) The critter is seen below. He's a fat one, too!


To conclude, I leave you with a quote (as heard in country music song this morning):
"Nothing tests your faith like a long sermon on a pretty Sunday!"
Alls I can say is amen to that, amen to that!