More Ink for Baby

I think I mentioned a while back that Sarcasm Girl's play had been selected for the San Francisco Young Playwrights Foundation Festival for 2007. She got to sit in on auditions, and on some rehearsals for her play. Today (courtesy of klages, who saw the listing) the Festival is mentioned in the San Francisco Chronicle. Which is kinda cool.

Drat

Last week and this has been STAR Testing--the dreaded standardized tests which are supposed to tell us how the teachers and schools are doing, but must (of course) be taken by the kids. SG has finished hers without too much stress (she finished the history one so early she wound up doing the second half of the test, which is for seniors. "I was bored."); YG has one more day of testing tomorrow, and I don't think the kid's going to make it. She went off this morning feeling lousy, came home after the test period (her teacher made a comment about reading "The Girl Who Cried Wolf") and fell into bed. Just now I took her temperature: 103.2.

I got your Wolf right here, baby. Pook kid is wrapped up in my bed feeling all rottenish. Tomorrow's STAR test will simply have to proceed without her.

ETA: And of course it got worse. This seems to be my spring for mopping up bodily fluids. I had a brief, uncharitable thought of bottling some evidence for the dubious teacher, but good sense triumphed.

I Woulda Said New York

But it appears that I belong in London. S'okay by me. Who arranges for the money, flat, and job? Ta very much.

You Belong in London

A little old fashioned, and a little modern. A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock. A unique soul like you needs a city that offers everything. No wonder you and London will get along so well.

What City Do You Belong In?