brought to you by the letter "r"

This is a really sad story... Brant Wrobleski has now learned to pronounce his r's correctly. At least in his name. I heard him say it and my heart just sank. Even though most of the other times, he doesn't say them correctly, it still hurts my heart. However, I take comfort in the fact that he still has massive cowlicks that make him look like Batman. AAAAAAAAAAAnd... he came back with a mullet. Is there anything better? I think not, friends. Opening day was scary and hard. I lost my voice trying to calm my kids down. But my staff showed up in a big way and really helped me out. We are going on a trip today, which should be cool. We are going tubing, putt-putt, and to this INCREDIBLE Italian restaurant. Needless to say, I can't wait. Anything is better than sitting behind a table, like I had to do all day yesterday. And parent after parent came to me and asked me why I didn't have the form that they had faxed in, as though I had been eagerly sitting at the Camp Ridgecrest fax machine for the last 10 months, eagerly awaiting the form telling me that their son wants to take Indian Lore. I mean... whatever, I'm not bitter.