So I guess I'm advanced now???

I just returned from the City Year Advanced Training Retreat, and I did not return alone.  Before you judge me, know that I was caught up in all the excitement and haze brought on by sleeplessness and spontaneous snowball fights to really think straight.  Anyhow, this is not something I would usually broadcast over the internet, but I have to admit that I'm starting to think this union cannot last.  

Rhinovirus, it's been real.  It's time for both of us to move on.

Common colds aside, my weekend was stupendous (putting fourth grade vocab words to work!  Bing!).  It snowed enough to shut down DCPS for a day or two (I know, I know; what a waste), but left the Methodist family camp that was gracious enough to host us looking sparkly and fresh.  The trainings were short and sweet, the discussions deep and involving, and the food was warm and free, so I ate enough to build up a sizable layer of insulation that should last for most of winter (good practice for the freshman 50, right?). 

The best part was probably the PT contest, during which every team performed a short, creative routine, utilizing PT moves both established and original.  The routines were usually more goofy than inspirational, but it made for some great team bonding and much needed release.  My team may or may not have won, to the great acclamation of the entire corps.  

The previously mentioned snowball fights were simply the icing on top of what was a great week.  Corps and senior corps came together in a celebration of all things winter that left nary a sock dry.  They also left a hefty portion of the corps sick, but now is not the time for regrets.  

Tune in next post to read about how I use my newfound advanced skills to transform Ms. Zeljak's class into an oasis ripe with knowledge and all things kumbaya.