My Day At School

Tuesdays rock.

I take this one kid to the pool from 9:00 until about 12:00. Then, I come
back, help out with lunch, monitor recess, then I'm off to the 4-5th graders
for Boys' Group. Then I come back to class and help them get ready to go
home.

Tuesdays rock.

James.

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