Two Things
1. Being mildly superstitious, I told myself that I would pass my student-teaching observation only if I met two conditions: that I not have a bad dream about failing the observation the week of, and that I beat my high score on cell phone paddle-ball the morning of. When I woke yesterday morning, the morning of my observation, I had had no bad dreams all week except for one about not getting in homework -- probably anxiety about the graduation portfolio, which I still haven't quite figured out how I'm going to assemble into something impressive, or complete for that matter. As for the second condition, I did not beat my high score on the subway trip over to the school where I teach. The other passengers probably wondered why I reacted so loudly and with such pained grimaces as I played.
Somehow, my failure to beat my high score didn't translate into a failed observation: I passed. Though not with flying colors, so maybe that's what the paddle-ball score meant . . .
Now if I can put dread and distraction aside, I'll manage making up a portfolio and a resume and start looking for work.
2. Last night on the subway, under the influence of beer, Klonipin (my friend Jen hooked me up with a bottle recently), and marijuana, I came up with an idea for a movie: Zamboozled. The concept? An African-American zamboni operator is exploited for his urban "flava" by an evil corporation. If the teaching thing doesn't work out, at least I'll have this to fall back on.
Somehow, my failure to beat my high score didn't translate into a failed observation: I passed. Though not with flying colors, so maybe that's what the paddle-ball score meant . . .
Now if I can put dread and distraction aside, I'll manage making up a portfolio and a resume and start looking for work.
2. Last night on the subway, under the influence of beer, Klonipin (my friend Jen hooked me up with a bottle recently), and marijuana, I came up with an idea for a movie: Zamboozled. The concept? An African-American zamboni operator is exploited for his urban "flava" by an evil corporation. If the teaching thing doesn't work out, at least I'll have this to fall back on.