A scientific inquiry: If one eats an apple immediately after eating a few caramels, will it taste 1/16 as good as a caramel apple? Let’s find out!
Today was ho hum. “Despite your riveting science project?” you ask. Yes. Thursdays are my “you’re-paying-me-to-slap-on-clothes-today” days. They go by quite slowly, but I’m not complaining. I have preps for first and second periods, I then work in four classes, and have a final prep. Bobby left work early today, so I dismissed his class of sixth graders from homeroom at the end of the day. Wow. It was so nice to walk into a classroom and see mischievous kids chasing each other, but NOT screaming obscenities. They weren’t even chasing each other in my direction, threatening to knock me over on my good hip. It was very respectful chasing, really. I yelled, took down names, and got all the kids out in fairly decent lines. It was pleasant.
Tomorrow I teach two of my skills classes for the second time and then I get to pull out students from other classes for small-group work. I love getting kids away from the rest of their classmates and seeing them work conscientiously and open up as a student (rather than an adversary or just an apathetic lump). Some days I find myself shaking my head when I’m in particular classrooms and I notice the quiet, considerate kids who get neglected. It makes me so angry that teachers usually give all their attention to the aberrant behavior of the “bad kids.” I detest that my school puts kids in one homeroom class and then makes them spend all day with the same group of kids. It makes me imagine what my school days would have been like with Chris Jenkins or Chase Lindeman in every class. (Names NOT changed to protect the guilty). I couldn’t stand those guys. I might have dreaded school, instead of just dreading gym class if I’d spent so much time with them.
My parents sent me a package from home today. I finally have pajama pants, but as I type this the radiator is churning out enough heat to set me up for a night of sleeping in shorts and a tank top. O, god of heating! How thou irritateth me! Another annoying appliance in my life is the damned washing machine in the apartment that has suddenly committed suicide…right when I have three weeks of laundry to do. Grrr. I have to haul all the dirty clothes just a few feet away to the laundromat, but now I have to get the cart down The 39 Steps. I already know I’ll lose a pair or two of underwear while doing so. Madame Loco’s dog will save the day and seize them, I’m sure. A few weeks later, I’ll be leaving for school one morning…and see Madame Loco walking down the street in a pair of my skivvies. But I digress.
The package also included my black boots, some fishnet hose, a down blanket, and muchos discos compactos. Megan burned me the new Fiona Apple cd! Yay! It has occurred to me that I am, at the ripe old age of 22, totally out of touch with today’s [crappy] music. I have no idea who Ciara is. Really. Also, are the Pussycat Dolls singers or dancers or skanks who sing AND dance? It boggles the out of touch mind.
A scientific conclusion: Nope, not even close.
I actually downloaded the new cd for you too. I remembered you mentioned her. I guess your sis beat me to it!