Parade's End again with a side of FIELD DAY
This is a good book so far, folks!
I'm about a quarter of the way through and I'm really not sure where it's going to go (I keep saying NOOOOOOOO TIETJENS!!!! DON'T DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BE STRONG!!!!) but I think that is to its credit. (Though as unicorntapestry knows, I'm not very good at predicting endings, so perhaps that's not the highest of recommendations.)
It's also doing the unreliable narrator thing excellently.
Today was the first time our school had field day for K-12. It was also 95 degrees. So the first thing I did was begin to faint.
But despite the inauspicious beginning, it was a lot of fun.
There was a kid on my team who I have never taught -- the only reason he knows me (other than the fact that whenever we are walking down the hall is the time elementary students are getting their lunch boxes much to everybody's chagrin) is that I brought my viola in to show the seconds graders in music class. But he always says "Hi Miss V!" and once several months after the event said "Hi Miss V! Thanks for showing us the viola!" He's this adorable and very very round kid.
Anyway, for no reason at all after several sprinting events, most of the kids on my team decided to run MORE of their own volition
ME: This is Madness!!!!!
SEVERAL STUDENTS: Madness? THIS. IS. SPARTAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
But the round little second grader came and very nervously asked "Can . . . can I please not run? I am really hot and running makes it worse". After my brain stopped going "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I told him that there was no way in the world I was running, so we were good.
And later in the day after the kids were back in the care of their classroom teachers, he overheard me saying something to my mom (who is also a teacher at my school). His eyes bugged out of his head: "She's your MOM!?!?!?!?!?!??!!"
I'm trying to figure out if that means I look really old or she looks really young.
Also, my team (which somehow ended up being all the nerds -- which was fitting for me) WON field day. *snrk*
Also also, a lot of my seventh grade girls wanted to be on my team, and were sorry not to be. I'm not sure what they expected, but I feel like there was some sort of high expectation of awesomeness that I can't imagine I lived up to. It's unnerving not to know the why and wherefore of such an expectation.