We're Here!

Good morning, class. It's 12:48 am here in Slidell, Louisana, and I am so very tired. We met up at the research assistant's apartment, then headed out to dinner. New Orleans feels downright tropical. There are huge oak trees lining the city streets, and spanish moss dripping from most of them.

It's humid and about 70 degrees right now. We drove up here to the Pearl River Wildlife Management Area, but I couldn't see much since it is dark. We are sleeping in bunk beds, it's kind of like a teacher camp.

Check it out--


Everyone is really nice, and I know I will learn a great deal.

A few questions I'd like you to answer in your personal journal today (or your writing journal-- your choice).

1. What will you do to help Mrs. Grande learn about our class today?

2. What lake is just north of New Orleans, and what rivers are nearby?


I will take more pictures for tomorrow, but now I am off to sleep in my creaky bunk. Oh! And I will tell you a story in the next few days about our haunted hotel we will be staying in (Ashleigh I think you will like this-).

Be good, kids. I expect it of you. I miss you already!

over and out,

Ms. Farber

PS- Sierra, I have your writing journal somehow! Don't fret. I think I mistakenly picked it up at the end of the conference. Kurt said he would bring it by school.

PSS- Joe, how is your shoulder? Did you get stitches?