Good Grief

Attending a conference on one of the Georgia coastal islands has it's benefits. Well, make that A benefit. You can bring your family and make it a mini-vacation. Who wouldn't want to muck around in this beautiful sulfur-ey smelling marsh?!


Actually, I love watching the marsh. There are lots of birds and other animals that call this wetland their home. The picture above was the view from our hotel room.

For the past several years, Georgia has been in a drought complete with water restrictions, fights over the water being dammed like a beaver den in the northern part of the state, and end of the world-like news reports. Well, worry no more! In just a few short weeks, we've gone from droughts to floods.

We took a walk behind the hotel in-between the deluges and killing the insects who liked hotel life and found several fallen trees. The ground has become so soggy the trees are literally falling over. Mr. Strong and I wanted to climb on this tree but the creaking, split in the trunk made us reconsider.



The resort we stayed in is really nice if you like the flame stitch decor of the 1980s and was convenient to both the conference center AND the Hospitality Room. And what a Hospitality Room it was full of liquid confidence and mood enhancers! In fact, the longer we stayed in the Hospitality Room, the nicer the resort looked, the funnier everyone was, and happier we all became.

At the conference, during a break, I cornered the Superintendent. It turns out he wants to talk to my Assistant Principal and I about the changes we made in teaching assignments in our faculty. Uh. Um. Ok.

But they took 3 of my teachers. And they made changes in the number of teachers allotted to each grade level. We had to make changes based on the changes they handed down to us.

I may or may not have the wife of a board member and I probably don't need to discuss that situation here on my faculty. Sometimes this job is a lot more political than I ever dreamed. And I really don't like politics.