Doga (DOH-gah), because some people don’t have enough time on their hands

This week has been nothing less than hellish. It was parent/teacher conference weeek which meant I had to compile a year’s worth of paintings and scribbling for the eleven preschool children I track and compile all my observations into four pages of smitter-smatter about how and why each child is a gift from the universe meant to lead us all to a solution for world poverty, clean water, global warming soulutions and world peace. Many of the questions the parents asked were nothing less of the above. And, really, why shouldn’t they be? Parent/Teacher conferences, from a parent point of view, are fabulous; the one time during the year when a mom or dad can shamelessly blather on about their child without having to ask another parent any recipricol questions because it truly is all about their own child. However, from a teacher standpoint? Not such a great thing. My time management sucks as it is, toss is eleven reports and thoughtful presentations and it amounted to a couple of cry fests and resentful thoughts about most things in general. The only thing that made it better was finding this link and then Googling the word Doga. Who knew? There are nuts out there who do this with their dogs?