Devastating news...

I might have, quite possibly, most likely, definitely burnt my face and neck from being in the sun during the Rockies game and at the track meet all day Saturday. (I figured a title like that might get people somewhat interested in the rest of the post)

Well, the end seems to be in sight now. I did an ice cream lab with the freshmen science class. We were talking about chemical reactions and rates, so we talked about freezing point depression and how salt reacts with ice to lower the freezing point below 0 degrees Celsius. So we were able to combine milk, sugar, and vanilla and shake it in our ice cream mixture for 15 min in order to spend the last 10 min of class enjoying a bowl of ice cream. It was great...I just hope the remember why it all worked. I'll find out the answer to that when we review our conclusions in class Monday.

I'm almost done with the P.E. classes. I gave a rough golf test to the seniors on Thursday. The Team Sports class gets a softball test on Wednesday, so then I'll be done with them. They all groaned when I told them they got Coach back next week. I figure it means one of two things. 1) I was just that good that they were learning so much and I was such a great motivator for them, or 2) I was way too easy on them and he's harder, so they'd rather have me. I'm going with the latter on that one.

Well, the Rockies game was...well, the atmosphere of the home opener for the defending league champs was sweet. The game was awful. They only got 2 hits all game and lost 7-1. It was the least number of hits they had in a home game in over 2 1/2 years (looked it up). Then it was the fun fact for the game the next night. Maybe when I'm done teaching I can work for baseball coming up with weird stats. (For example, for all of you Michael Cuddyer fans...he's a career .213 hitter when its a tie game, but hits .288 when the margin is 4+ runs)

Oh, and my Mark Redman prediction was correct...he stunk.

I spent the morning over at Highlands Ranch for the bagel party...it was awesome. I was mobbed by the 8th graders when I walked downstairs and they all had to show me pictures of stuff I had missed in the past 6 weeks. Then the girls complained I didn't even stop to say hi to them and went straight to talk to the guys. (I tried to beat them off with a stick, but 8th grade girls are very persistent) As I was leaving they invited me to the dance that night (I won't say whether it was the guys or girls that invited me...we'll just stick to 'I was invited')

So begins the week of decision-making for the future. I'm about 90% sure that by this weekend, I'll know what the future holds as far as next years plans. What a tough decision it'll be, I know that already. (Much harder than the whole getting engaged deal...I knew what the answer would be there:) What I've learned so far...it's a trust God moment, and I'm trying my hardest.

Well, since I've been writing this, I've managed to set off the smoke detector twice with the burning experiment I'm conducting, so I better get back to that before the neighbors start window peeping.

And as far as that devastating news with the sunburn...I was just trying to get a tan to cancel out the worst haircut I've ever had, hopefully it works for the interviews this week! Oh, and I'm officially firing my barber, which means the female in the house will be cutting my hair come mid-June. This guy is staying away from his own head with the scissors/mirror combo.

So long everybody...