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Arrr, talk about a long tide. Wednesdays be a den of treachery! I be teachin' all five o' me classes, an' fer too short a time t' do any plunderin'. We ben passin' the day jus' goofin' off with land-lubbers. Then I ran into some bad winds: 6 hours o' professional development. Th' first 3 be a total joke. Th' gradin' an' web assignment program that we be supposed t' be havin' set up... be naught but a chest o' sand. On accoun' o' th' swabbies on the'r ship be accidentally firin' th' wrong version o' th' web-based application. Yaar, they didna figure that ou' until today, 5 weeks into th' school voyage. Guess who be walkin' th' plank th'morrow?

Then we sailed into more professional development in Cupertino, as part o' th' Beginnin' Teacher Support an' Assessment trainin' that all first-voyage teachers must take. First thin' I get when I pull in homeport? A hail from a scurvy parental scalawag. I think I seriously goofed up by nay maroonin' two young lads in th' office when I ortin' ta ben.

This means all o' next high tide' be spent swabbin' the deck o' this. Arrrg!