Thursday, May 15, 2014
I should begin with the rabbit that BOLTED out of the daffodil patch I was picking from last night. It ran right into my foot. That's never happened before, and by the time I stood up to see where it went, it was long gone.
Baseball/soccer/end of the school year is kicking my butt. On a happy note, the boys' teams are generally kicking butt. Mr. D's team stands a good chance of winning their conference title for the first time since the 80's. To put that in perspective, the last time Happyland High took conference for baseball, half the team wore mullets and tight-rolled their jeans while listening to Poison on cassette tapes. The other half had buzz cuts and tight-rolled their jeans while listening to Jock Jams volume 1 on their cassette tapes.
I adore teaching Shakespeare using YouTube. With a click of a mouse I can show two clips of the same scene to give better depth on how different productions can make him funnier or grittier or more modern. It's so wicked cool I cannot stand it. Plus, teaching a play while kids can read along while watching and pausing to unpack it before moving along to the next scene using modern technology beats VCRs and TVs all day long.
I finished reading Crime and Punishment and it was awful. But I read every page, yay for me. I'm palate-cleansing with Harry Potter & the Sorcerer's Stone, which, incidentally, is how the AP Language & Composition class is closing out their year. Two weeks of Potter. It's not all Quidditch matches and writing spells, however. We're also discussing archetype, etymology and technology in the wizard world. 'Cuz we're smart like that in AP class.
In student news, there are twin brothers who tell jokes every day in the study hall I supervise very afternoon. Lame jokes, like Why aren't there gamblers in the jungle? Cheetahs. I can't decide what's better, the jokes or the delivery. They get these big goofy grins on their faces when they dole out the punchlines and I laugh every time.
Team Testosterone and I are praying for the safe return of one Nigerian girl by name, and I hope you will, too. We chose Ladi Ibrahim. You can find their names here.
And in a final first, my blog content has been scraped. It's one of those things you hear about, and you think I should probably be smart about this and you intend to, but then it's too late and someone's lifted your kid's birthday photos and posts and laid claim to them on their own site. I'm mad, but too tired and don't have time to deal with it until I'm done teaching. Until I figure out what to do, for now I'm adding this to the end of all of my posts:
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