"A gentleman with a pug nose is a contradiction in terms." --Edgar Allan Poe.
Review your week.
So we finish a full week in the life of a singular writer. Mr. Edgar Allan Poe finally disturbed my eighth hour class so much that Melissa said, "does anyone else feel Satan in the room?" Isn't that what he, tortured soul that he was, wanted us to feel? Scary, but really simply sad. A life spent searching for identity and acceptance, only to die alone in a drunken fit. Why is it that the darkest stories are what we weave into legends?
What a good, varied week it has been. Our field trip on Tuesday was joyous: the park sparkled in the autumnal sun, all of my students were gleeful to be out of school--there was an air of rebellion about it all. Like I was skipping school with 68 others. How bizarre and collage-like the play was! Of course, my students only wanted to know who the cute, male teacher was sitting behind me, "Miss Brown, do you want me to ask if he's single?" Will it ever end? I need to buy a huge, fake engagement ring to squelch all the matchmaking.
So today is a "teacher workday," and haven't you always wanted to know what these days were for? Not that I spent too much time in high school on those much-needed days off thinking, "hmm...wonder what my Algebra teacher is doing at school without me?" But, I did wonder...was it for meetings, dart-throwing, gradebook cooking, three-legged races?
Here's what I am doing: (when I am not typing away on this ever-so-popular blog o'mine) I finally, after a full nine weeks of teaching, have time to unpack my office. The Coldplay poster is now on the wall, the boxes of books now rest on shelves, and files are...filed. I wish there was some sort of secret teacher meeting, a three-legged race at least (I'm the master of that!)--but, sadly, it's just a catch-up, catch-all day. Much needed, and painfully boring.
I'm going to procrastinate lesson plans and go eavesdrop on the Sherlock Holmes rehearsal. Happy weekend, all!