Weather Vane

I get these Spanish word-of-the-day emails each day, and recently, driving home from Berkeley and rolling 'lo decidimos sobre la marcha' around in my mouth, I was thinking about speaking in foreign languages. One thing that's frustrating about communicating in a new language is that it's hard to express a sense of humor. When I lived in Florence, I spoke Italian every night with my host mother. Even when I got to the point of fluent conversation, I still felt awkward every time I tried to be funny. And I guess more broadly what that means is that it's hard to express your personality in an new language.

That's how I feel as a new teacher. It's fucking frustrating to see my personality disappear every day because I'm so overwhelmed and feel like the blind leading the blind. It's extremely frustrating.



Dating My Dad

My dad came in Friday evening. I had had a bad day at school. I was nervous and sleep-deprived because I was supposed to be evaluated, but my administrator didn't even show up. A student in my sixth period class essentially called me a racist and said my class sucks. I saw ahead of me another anti-weekend of grading, lesson planning, and



Woke up this morning, talked for a little bit with Michelle, Albert asked if I wanted to go to the farmer's market in the Marina.