It Does Not Stink to Be Me

It’s Not News’ 11th birthday, and my 36th. I brought candy in for my students, and many of them sang Happy Birthday for me. I spent a couple of ours talking with a former colleague about teaching and how we get better at it and do it in a way that makes us happy. I came home to my awesome wife and amazing daughter, who had not only forgiven me for accidentally taking Alex’s sandwich instead of mine this morning, but they had gotten me a nifty chocolate cake. And all night I’ve been getting great messages from friends and family on Facebook. (Along with emails from message boards I never visit any more – it’s like the ghost of Internet birthdays past.) I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’d love to be getting about four more hours of sleep a night, but I really have a wonderful life. I’m gonna go spend some time enjoying it.