And you don't want to hear about how I am getting on?
I just had a surprisingly good day.
My grade eights were tackling e.e. cummings, and that's no small feat. One of the girls asked if she could keep a copy of [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] , and I think I nearly died from joy. She was attracted to the absolute nature of the poem, how entire the notion of carrying someone's heart is. For this girl -- a thirteen year old -- to understand that, to connect to that, makes me want to scream at things in the best of ways.
My grade nines carried on a serious conversation about cyberbullying, and were shockingly well-spoken. One of them was struggling to find words to explain their thoughts about safety versus free speech, and found themselves frustrated that they couldn't quite get it right. The fact that they were actually very erudite was lost on them despite my attempt to show them that yes, they made sense.
Also, I got my report cards done. We're talking complete with individual comments for every student for every class, and preparation/bracing for parent-teacher interviews on Friday.
All of this after having to go home from work yesterday due to the threat of projectile vomiting and collapsing from who-the-hell-knows-what.
Yeah. I'm kind of jazzed.
Seriously. Is there something in the water around here today? Because if there is, I need to keep drinking it.
My grade eights were tackling e.e. cummings, and that's no small feat. One of the girls asked if she could keep a copy of [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] , and I think I nearly died from joy. She was attracted to the absolute nature of the poem, how entire the notion of carrying someone's heart is. For this girl -- a thirteen year old -- to understand that, to connect to that, makes me want to scream at things in the best of ways.
My grade nines carried on a serious conversation about cyberbullying, and were shockingly well-spoken. One of them was struggling to find words to explain their thoughts about safety versus free speech, and found themselves frustrated that they couldn't quite get it right. The fact that they were actually very erudite was lost on them despite my attempt to show them that yes, they made sense.
Also, I got my report cards done. We're talking complete with individual comments for every student for every class, and preparation/bracing for parent-teacher interviews on Friday.
All of this after having to go home from work yesterday due to the threat of projectile vomiting and collapsing from who-the-hell-knows-what.
Yeah. I'm kind of jazzed.
Seriously. Is there something in the water around here today? Because if there is, I need to keep drinking it.