Oh my god, a new post!
Man, I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while, but it's like, teaching is HARD. I wish I wish I wish I wiiiiish I could sleep past 5:30 a.m. but the fat bitter gods of Boston have decided it will not be so.
Looking at my last post, I should say that I found a novel to read, courtesy of Adam. It's Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. It's good light reading. It moves along quickly. It has a lot of scenes of naked little boys sleeping together and kissing and wrestling. Probably how Adam knew I'd like it. [Note: because my MOM reads this blog occassionally, I should point out that the last sentence was a JOKE.]
This weekend was nice--50s and sunny. Adam and I got up Saturday morning and tacitly agreed to be super-productive. Check out all the stuff we did:
1) Laundry
2) Cooked a big breakfast of eggs, etc.
3) Cleaned the ENTIRE APARTMENT!!
4) Played many games of Mario Kart 64
5) Went for a run
6) Played catch in the park until the webbing of Adam's glove broke and the ball flew straight through and barely missed his face
7) Made a big lunch of tuna, salad, etc.
8) Went to a bar and drank
9) and drank
10) and drank
11) and drank
12) etc.
Short week this week, with Friday off for Evacuation Day. We're finishing up the poetry unit we've been doing for the past four weeks then I'm moving on to MCAS prep, since the students will be taking it at the end of the month. (MCAS is the Mass. state test to meet No Child Left Behind standards, and I teach tenth graders, which is the tested class.) I've been having fun staying after school every day with my favorite detentionees, Sheila and Nick. Sheila is this Haitian girl who calls me Mr. Broccoli and tells me every day that I'm a "loser." I think she actually likes me, because sometimes she shows up for detention even when she doesn't have one. Nick is a cool kid. He brought in his PSP on Friday and I was playing some Navy Seals game or something. I kept dying by blowing myself up with grenades. Nick was laughing at me. I wanted to be like, "Oh yeah, Nick? Well you're still FAILING MY CLASS." He's so fucking smart but he does no work (a common diagnosis of my students). Sad news, too: one of my nicest students, Jose, who hadn't been to school in a while showed up on Friday to say goodbye. I guess one day after school some students robbed him and cut him pretty bad with a knife, so he's transferring schools. (I don't mean to make it sound like that kind of thing is typical at my school--it isn't.) Jose lives by me and I used to ride the bus with him in the morning.
So tonight's prayer is that Sheila may show me how to teach her; that Nick may be on time to class; that Jose may stay safe and succeed at his new school; and that all my students may be healthy and rested tomorrow. Those kids have no idea idea how much I love them. Or how much they piss me off.
Goodnight.
Looking at my last post, I should say that I found a novel to read, courtesy of Adam. It's Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. It's good light reading. It moves along quickly. It has a lot of scenes of naked little boys sleeping together and kissing and wrestling. Probably how Adam knew I'd like it. [Note: because my MOM reads this blog occassionally, I should point out that the last sentence was a JOKE.]
This weekend was nice--50s and sunny. Adam and I got up Saturday morning and tacitly agreed to be super-productive. Check out all the stuff we did:
1) Laundry
2) Cooked a big breakfast of eggs, etc.
3) Cleaned the ENTIRE APARTMENT!!
4) Played many games of Mario Kart 64
5) Went for a run
6) Played catch in the park until the webbing of Adam's glove broke and the ball flew straight through and barely missed his face
7) Made a big lunch of tuna, salad, etc.
8) Went to a bar and drank
9) and drank
10) and drank
11) and drank
12) etc.
Short week this week, with Friday off for Evacuation Day. We're finishing up the poetry unit we've been doing for the past four weeks then I'm moving on to MCAS prep, since the students will be taking it at the end of the month. (MCAS is the Mass. state test to meet No Child Left Behind standards, and I teach tenth graders, which is the tested class.) I've been having fun staying after school every day with my favorite detentionees, Sheila and Nick. Sheila is this Haitian girl who calls me Mr. Broccoli and tells me every day that I'm a "loser." I think she actually likes me, because sometimes she shows up for detention even when she doesn't have one. Nick is a cool kid. He brought in his PSP on Friday and I was playing some Navy Seals game or something. I kept dying by blowing myself up with grenades. Nick was laughing at me. I wanted to be like, "Oh yeah, Nick? Well you're still FAILING MY CLASS." He's so fucking smart but he does no work (a common diagnosis of my students). Sad news, too: one of my nicest students, Jose, who hadn't been to school in a while showed up on Friday to say goodbye. I guess one day after school some students robbed him and cut him pretty bad with a knife, so he's transferring schools. (I don't mean to make it sound like that kind of thing is typical at my school--it isn't.) Jose lives by me and I used to ride the bus with him in the morning.
So tonight's prayer is that Sheila may show me how to teach her; that Nick may be on time to class; that Jose may stay safe and succeed at his new school; and that all my students may be healthy and rested tomorrow. Those kids have no idea idea how much I love them. Or how much they piss me off.
Goodnight.
posted by DB at 9:56 PM
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