Eight phone calls before lunch. Eight! Call One: “Hello, Robin?” “No, it’s Dawn.” “Can I speak to Robin?” “No. You have the wrong number.” “I really need Robin.” Then call her!...
“You’re late again.” I’ve got a student who’s late every day, each time with a better excuse. We don’t use the clock anymore–class officially starts with a round of applause when he arrives. Then we all get to work....
