And so, as of about noon on June 25th, my summer vacation has begun. A few random thoughts on school, socializing, and writing...
I failed a grand total of 25 students...of those:
- 4 were seniors
- 19 were underclassmen in "college prep" (or "regular") classes
- 2 were honors students (that in inherited when I took over for another teacher in February...rest assured, one was already failing and the other was earning Ds by the time I got them)
Honestly...passing my class is not difficult. Getting an A? Yes, that requires much effort...but PASSING? Not so much. Just do your homework (mostly brainless worksheets), do well on quizzes (matching vocabulary quizzes), and at least make an effort on tests. Oh, and make sure you complete 2 science articles a marking period (read an article, write a measly 5 sentence summary, tell me why you chose it and what you thought of it). Really. Make some kind attempt to do something. In fact, I'm forced to increase the averages of the first 3 marking periods to 50s...which means you could do NOTHING for three-quarters of a year, earning 0s that I would have to make 50s, then work your butt off to get an A 4th marking period and pass (assuming that you pass the midterm and final exams). So don't cry to me about your damn grades...
Marc (the art teacher I used to be madly in love with) and Luigi (work BFF and chef teacher extraordinaire) still don't officially have jobs next year. Yes, the superintendent is recommending they be re-hired, and the Board of Ed always follows the superintendent's recommendations about teachers...but until they get those letters saying that they definitely have jobs, I'm still worried. In fact, until any of us actually sign our contracts, I'm still a little worried...
On the social front - meh. Not feeling it. Which is good since I will probably spend most of my summer alone. I did venture out to karaoke last night, but there were too many people I didn't know (apparently there was some kind of strange anomaly that resulted in random groups of people who haven't come out in YEARS to show up), and I can get shockingly shy in that kind of situation. I got in some small talk with my friend Billy and some of his friends...but not much. However, it was all worth it to witness some guy getting up and playing trumpet (instead of singing) to "Bad Romance." Different. Amazing. And kinda cute. Sadly, the idea of approaching a cute guy I don't know and engaging him in conversation does not work for me...
I'm seriously considering going up to Salem, Massachusetts for a few days...because I have such fond memories of it the one time we went when I was little. I've been meaning to go for years...but I've been hoping I'd be able to find someone willing to come with me. Fuck it. I do most of my traveling alone these days, anyway...
I really, REALLY want to write a book this summer...I started it last year and only got a couple of (non-sequential) chapters done. Yesterday I worked on a prologue (which was a random bit of writing I did several months ago that I added a little to) and began chapter 2. It wasn't much, but at least it was a start. I have doubts about my abilities...my ideas...everything. I don't want this to end up a great idea executed poorly (a la the "Twilight Saga")...not that I'm saying I assume my book would be an epic cultural phenomenon....just that I want it to be good. Not necessarily popular...but well-written. Something I can be proud of.
I was actually fairly productive Monday and Tuesday - purchased and assembled two side tables from Ikea, finally set-up my super-awesome Bose Sound Dock II (that I got for Christmas), and downloaded all my stuff onto my new-ish 160GB iPod (also a gift...that I received so long ago, I don't even remember when/why I got it)...now my old, 80 GB iPod will permanently live in the Sound Dock II.
Oh, and I got my hair cut today. It just brushes the top of my shoulders...I guess it's cute. It has potential. I won't really be able to tell until I wash/style it myself (as opposed to a stylist doing it). I needed a change. And it will grow back even if I decide I'm not thrilled with it...
When I told Billy (aka my Jacob) that I was cutting my hair, he jokingly reminded me that longer hair was sexy...and I told him that I can't seem to catch guys regardless of hair length. His response was, "Yeah, I don't know why. I mean, between your body and the fact that you're awesome, it should be a no brainer." And you know what? That's nice to hear...