Today I attended a special education conference downtown. I was the sole representative from my school and knew I wouldn't recognize many faces of the 700+ teachers there. But I wasn't scared. I've done it before. First of all, let me say that I love me a teacher convention. The people you'll see are enough to get me to go. You can imagine the jean jumpers. Did you know that teachers go nuts over free stuff? I'm talking stuff that most people would consider trash. These underpaid servants eat up. Oh, a free year old tootsie roll, let me give you my email address. A dried up green highlighter, where do I sign up? And the bags. Oh, the bags. It doesn't matter what teacher convention you go to, you can bank on the fact that you'll be sent home with a cheap bag, broadcasting some product you've never heard of, loaded down with chewy peppermints and a red pen.
Most of the breakout sessions weren't all that applicable to my students (bummer). So, although I didn't learn a whole lot today, I did enjoy myself. Except for one little area...And that's where lactation comes in. Let's just say that shut up in a public bathroom stall (gross), with women lined up waiting for their turn in my "seat" made things just a tad bit difficult. I felt like a circus act, juggling breast shields, bottles, tubing, my free teacher bag, and a battery pack. Needless to say, it was rough. The things I'm willing to do for that little girl...
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