#WW: Three Degrees Above Zero

My youngest has joined the ranks of her college 

educated siblings. We have no more children in school.

With an Event Management Degree from the Rosen College 

at the University of Central Florida, 

Erica is now prepared to plan the best parties, ever.

Do you know anyone looking for a wonderful event planner?

At one time our kids did not have college degrees, 

but now we are three degrees above zero.

#MM Mom

Cute Mom parody of a Taylor Swift song.

We just watched our youngest graduate college, so our job is done. :)

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Don't Mess With Psychologists

See that clock winding down at the side of my blog. Summer vacation is approaching quickly, and I can't wait. This has been quite a year. Not only have I taught, but I've also been up to my neck referring kids for psychological testing for the gifted program at my school. In Tennessee, bright kids are sheltered under the special education umbrella and it's been raining paperwork all year. I have one IEP meeting left and no one else to be tested at the moment.

Testing has changed quite a bit over the years. Back in 1925, when

Dogfish

my dad entered kindergarten, he had to take a test with a psychologist to see what class to put him in. Some lady held up heads and bodies of various animals and told him to match them. My dad thought the test was soooo stupid that he decided to have "fun" with the psychologist. He mixed the animal heads with various non-matching bodies, all the while chuckling to himself. The joke was on Dear Old Dad when he spent his first day of school in a class filled with rockers and droolers. The moral of the story: Don't mess with psychologists.