No shooter, I didn’t minor in English, just really bored at work, and I have a computer. From my desk, dressed inexplicably as a Christmas tree, I’m questioning every decision that led me here while my students are dutifully testing. The only thing keeping me going is the sweet, sweet desire for Paxminer credit. But I shouldn’t be the only one receiving credit for this morning. The four runners and three ruckers who were stupid enough to brave the “cold ass rain” on a Thursday morning workout. The backblast beckons, as does the grades that I must enter into JPAMS this morning. So that’ s what happened Thursday morn, in the cold, damp, dark region of Old mandeville. Jose10k out!
