I lay awake last night listening to the sound of the Loud Walkers above me have very loud sex. Very, very awkward.

Officially, the Drama Club at LP is doing Our Town. I first read the play my freshman year of high school in Mr. Hires' class and fell in love with it. It was very clearly his favorite play, too. Then, my sophomore year, he died of a stroke and they read lines from it at his memorial service. It was beautiful. Since then, I've read it again a ( Read more... )

I started posting this entry with a bunch of philosophical stuff about teaching and breaks and being home and coming back and all that, but then I just deleted it and decided it wasn't important. This is the thing about LiveJournal. I used to be able to use it to sort out all of my thoughts, but now I don't see the merit in doing that anymore. ( Read more... )

Happy Christmas Eve, and happy other holidays to those of you who don't celebrate Christmas ( Read more... )

I can't wait until I get to the point in my life where I can say, "everything happens for a reason" about something good ( Read more... )

Robbie Q is coming in to talk to my kids (and a select few other classes) about poetry slam today. Hopefully everything goes off without a hitch... and by hitch I mean my kids asking him very personal questions like they were threatening to do in class yesterday. Knowing Robb, he'd deal with it just fine, but I really don't want to sit around and ( Read more... )

Feeling much better. Much less melancholy.

The plan for the week:

Tuesday: teach, plan, grade, watch Gilmore Girls, talk to Jess about how bad it was
Wednesday: teach, go to Bloomington (IL) to see the Tributaries slam
Thursday: teach, plan, grade, sleep
Friday: teach, go to Bloomingon (IN) to see Erik

:-D

... must ... get ... coffee ...

I criticize everyone for it, yet I fall victim to perilous thought every once in a while... especially when I can't sleep and I've been listening to too much Sufjan Stevens ( Read more... )

Hello old friends. It's been a while ( Read more... )

Finding something to laugh about every day is becoming easier than I thought.

My juniors and I were joking about bad pickup lines today. I'm sad to say they had better ones than I.

One student to another: Jay, if you were a booger, I'd pick you first.

One student to me: Miss Samsa, life without you is like a broken pencil. (pause) Pointless.