Meme: 5 from Springheel Jack
1. What can you see from where you're sitting?
God, my desk is a mess. I can see: a bag of cat treats, my iPad, ready to take and read on in bed, two bottles of nail polish, one bright red and one top coat, a weekly pill box that I have to refill tomorrow, an unsteady pile of Young Adult fiction, new books from Scholastic which I want to read before I add to my classroom collection, another pile of YAF which is my own, including two old favorites (The Perilous Gard and The Sherwood Ring by Elizabeth Marie Pope) and a two-part series, new (to me) by K. M. Peyton called Small Gains and Greater Gains which are about, if descriptions are to be believed, English class conflict in the early 19th century, and transportation to Australia. Can't beat that. I can also see one of my computer speakers, a phrenology head, a plastic rocking chair with the dark-haired Sunshine Family female doll, a can of Aranciata Rossa soda, an NEA Today magazine, a tin bank shaped like a red telephone box (which doesn't have much money in it right now because I raided it to go to the races at Golden Gate Fields yesterday, where I lost most of my bets, but strangely won one on a grey horse named "Best Girl Ever" which I bet on because a) grey, and b) sounds like that terrible One Direction song which entrances my students.
2. Reading anything good/bad/dull lately?
I am at 374 books of my 365 year-long goal. They are mostly YAF, historical mysteries, and randomish memoirs -- Steve Jobs, Wil Wheaton, Melissa Gilbert are the most recent. Right now, having finished a sort of pedestrian medieval effort by a former history teacher, Mel Starr -- his series has six books so far, focused on a surgeon and bailiff near Oxford in the late 14th century, thus, plague times -- I am going back to quick rereads of Ellis Peters' genial Benedictine warrior/herbalist monk.
3. First thing you can remember
I have trouble with this. I feel like my first memories are all attached to photographs, and are thus suspect. One of the few that isn't is me burying the bathroom furniture set from my dollhouse in the snow near our apartment in Madison, Wisconsin... experimenting to see if... what? More would grow in the Spring? I don't know. I do know that was the last I saw of the little porcelain fixtures, which was a shame because they were super cool. Oh -- I was three years old, or therabouts. Thus, the icon above (in LJ, not in DW)
4. What's for supper?
I did not do supper well today because I did not do breakfast or lunch well (at all) so I was hella hungry after our dreadful staff meeting on restorative practices. So dinner was fast food on the way home.
5. What are you wearing?
a shirt to sleep in in a few minutes -- or to go to bed in, since I'll probably read for a while. I was so tired after work that I slept for several hours when I got home. This has been a frequent occurrence this year. I like the students; I'm actually enjoying what I teach; but I am dead fucking tired EVERY DAY.
God, my desk is a mess. I can see: a bag of cat treats, my iPad, ready to take and read on in bed, two bottles of nail polish, one bright red and one top coat, a weekly pill box that I have to refill tomorrow, an unsteady pile of Young Adult fiction, new books from Scholastic which I want to read before I add to my classroom collection, another pile of YAF which is my own, including two old favorites (The Perilous Gard and The Sherwood Ring by Elizabeth Marie Pope) and a two-part series, new (to me) by K. M. Peyton called Small Gains and Greater Gains which are about, if descriptions are to be believed, English class conflict in the early 19th century, and transportation to Australia. Can't beat that. I can also see one of my computer speakers, a phrenology head, a plastic rocking chair with the dark-haired Sunshine Family female doll, a can of Aranciata Rossa soda, an NEA Today magazine, a tin bank shaped like a red telephone box (which doesn't have much money in it right now because I raided it to go to the races at Golden Gate Fields yesterday, where I lost most of my bets, but strangely won one on a grey horse named "Best Girl Ever" which I bet on because a) grey, and b) sounds like that terrible One Direction song which entrances my students.
2. Reading anything good/bad/dull lately?
I am at 374 books of my 365 year-long goal. They are mostly YAF, historical mysteries, and randomish memoirs -- Steve Jobs, Wil Wheaton, Melissa Gilbert are the most recent. Right now, having finished a sort of pedestrian medieval effort by a former history teacher, Mel Starr -- his series has six books so far, focused on a surgeon and bailiff near Oxford in the late 14th century, thus, plague times -- I am going back to quick rereads of Ellis Peters' genial Benedictine warrior/herbalist monk.
3. First thing you can remember
I have trouble with this. I feel like my first memories are all attached to photographs, and are thus suspect. One of the few that isn't is me burying the bathroom furniture set from my dollhouse in the snow near our apartment in Madison, Wisconsin... experimenting to see if... what? More would grow in the Spring? I don't know. I do know that was the last I saw of the little porcelain fixtures, which was a shame because they were super cool. Oh -- I was three years old, or therabouts. Thus, the icon above (in LJ, not in DW)
4. What's for supper?
I did not do supper well today because I did not do breakfast or lunch well (at all) so I was hella hungry after our dreadful staff meeting on restorative practices. So dinner was fast food on the way home.
5. What are you wearing?
a shirt to sleep in in a few minutes -- or to go to bed in, since I'll probably read for a while. I was so tired after work that I slept for several hours when I got home. This has been a frequent occurrence this year. I like the students; I'm actually enjoying what I teach; but I am dead fucking tired EVERY DAY.