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today was decent. definitely decent. i absolutely love my etymology and english teachers.
etymology is mr. owens. fifties-ish. used to be a car mechanic, now a teacher, and writing a novel. possibly brilliant, probably insane. i like this though. mr. owens, i appreciate your idiosyncracies! he talks about a lot of different things at once, and goes off on tangents, and interrupts himself in the middle of sentences. he genuinely gets excited by words and language and THINGS. he punctuates his speech with the occasional 'goddamn' for emphasis. and he knows how to relate to the kids. 'the kids'. oh, i like you etymology. fan-tas-tic.
english is mr. walker. young, 35. still retaining his youthful enthusiasm about teaching. blond hair rumpled on top of his head. reminds me of owen wilson for some reason. maybe it's luke. i can't differentiate between the two. all the books we are going to read look fantastic. and catcher in the rye, well, i've already read that five times, but i don't mind at all. we had a discussion about why kids are put off by poetry. one kid, when prompted, said because 'you have to think'. god forbid. somehow this segued into him quoting lines from a song by wilco. what! a teacher with good musical taste. i sort of wanted to go up to him and find out what other music he likes. that would probably be a little odd though, especially since he barely knows my name yet. hah
after school, mafe's house. sitting on the couch in the dim light with the steady rain and wind through the window behind us. talking about people we hate or maybe things we like, it's hard to say. things were quiet. it was nice though.
etymology is mr. owens. fifties-ish. used to be a car mechanic, now a teacher, and writing a novel. possibly brilliant, probably insane. i like this though. mr. owens, i appreciate your idiosyncracies! he talks about a lot of different things at once, and goes off on tangents, and interrupts himself in the middle of sentences. he genuinely gets excited by words and language and THINGS. he punctuates his speech with the occasional 'goddamn' for emphasis. and he knows how to relate to the kids. 'the kids'. oh, i like you etymology. fan-tas-tic.
english is mr. walker. young, 35. still retaining his youthful enthusiasm about teaching. blond hair rumpled on top of his head. reminds me of owen wilson for some reason. maybe it's luke. i can't differentiate between the two. all the books we are going to read look fantastic. and catcher in the rye, well, i've already read that five times, but i don't mind at all. we had a discussion about why kids are put off by poetry. one kid, when prompted, said because 'you have to think'. god forbid. somehow this segued into him quoting lines from a song by wilco. what! a teacher with good musical taste. i sort of wanted to go up to him and find out what other music he likes. that would probably be a little odd though, especially since he barely knows my name yet. hah
after school, mafe's house. sitting on the couch in the dim light with the steady rain and wind through the window behind us. talking about people we hate or maybe things we like, it's hard to say. things were quiet. it was nice though.