I love my job.  No, really.  I LOVE my job.  I should have been a teacher a long time ago.  It’s such a challenge to put together lessons based on standards, go to way too many meetings during your plan time in the week, and then grade everything the students turn in.  It’s the eve of Martin Luther King’s long weekend and my stack of grading papers followed me home.  Hmmm. . . maybe Jocelyn will help me.