Last time I wrote here, Mr. G was hurling all over the place. The good news is he was FINE a day later, tired but all recovered and able to eat sandwiches and chips with no ill effect. And I still owe you a rundown of the Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop--but that will require more than the ten minutes I have to spend with you this week.
We're in the throes of softball (Mr. T's team is 3-0), baseball (Mr. D's team is 7-1 and ranked FIFTH in state as of today!), and baseball practices for Mr. G and Mr. B. This Saturday Mr. D has a double-header, Mr. T has a tournament, Mr. G has a scrimmage. All in town, thank God for that small blessing. Plus there are weddings and birthdays and spring concerts and meetings and banquets and all nature of frivolity that accompanies an 8th grader about to graduate from middle school. So much pomp and circumstance.
The teaching gig has proved that our household cannot sustain two full-time breadwinners. I've learned a lot of things, but that's the most important takeaway. Someday I plan to sit down and reflect in this space about my insights this spring. Meanwhile, I'm planning something never before attempted in an English class about to read a play by The Bard. It involves a crazy amount of scrap craft supplies, the diligence of my 6th hour study hall kids (don't worry, only the kids who don't have homework get enlisted to help me out), and a belief that combining the power of sight and sound will make The Taming of the Shrew more memorable and less confusing. Stay tuned...this might be my biggest triumph or my most spectacular FAIL of the quarter.
Oh, and we're reading this play FEMINIST-style. My introductory lessons plans for this play include discussing The Bechdel Test tomorrow and Goldie Blox on Thursday.