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There's a party tonight at the Green Turtle. It's for bloggers and their readers, and it's sponsored by HoCoBlogs and Totally HoCo. This event, and a related one tomorrow, are in support of Toys for Tots. Read more here, and let them know you'll be coming.

I don't think I will be there, although I'd like to, because I've finally succumbed to the cold that's been working it's way through my classroom and all I want to do is go back to bed.

I went to the Board of Education meeting last night. I'd like to order the commemorative DVD of the event. Or perhaps an expertly curated sampling of the evening's events. They could call it "Highlights for Sharing."

In a blog post over a year ago, I suggested:

If parents and teachers truly united to seek improvement and change on shared goals, they would be unstoppable.

 I look forward to reading other bloggers' takes on last night's meeting. There's quite a bit to process. I'm going to have more to say on this but at the moment I have a date with decongestants and ibuprofen and tissues.

Thanks to all of you who got together and got me a new Board of Ed. You're off the hook for Christmas gifts this year. As to who gave me the cold, you are probably three and I wish you would cover your face more when you sneeze. But I'm letting you off the hook, too.



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