Today I took a personal day, and I'm not ashamed. Moving usually leaves me feeling like I need 11 days off. It's 10:49 and already I have dropped off my rent check, drunk two cups of coffee, run errands, hung a display of my favorite cards/postcards, and am now watching a very talented young man install cable and internet in my living room. If that's not productivity, I don't know what is.
I don't have much to say other than:
-Monday night, I had a salad with kidney beans and then some kind of vegetable mixture with black beans. Tuesday I was ALMOST able to blog about the first time farting in front of my students, but I made it through safely by the skin of my colon. I think maybe a small part of me wants this to happen, just so that the anticipation is over. But the larger part of me says "No. Never."
-I really think I would like to write a book about how to be a horrible first year teacher. It will be part how-to, part memoir; a series of essays strung together by the theme of insanity. Stylistically, think David Sedaris meets Nell*. Would any of you mind substituting for me for the rest of the year so I can make this happen? I would appreciate it.
-I showed this poem to my students this week and we all had the greatest day of our lives afterward. You should watch it. Excuse me while I weep.
-We are having a poetry slam next Wednesday and I forced my students to let me participate, but now I don't know what to write about. It's a toss-up between some poem that satirizes the life of a teacher through a metaphor and they won't realize I'm making fun of them until the last line, an ode to my orthopedic teacher shoes, or a poem about being white. A conundrum, indeed.
-I just asked the cable/Internet guy if he would hang up my coat rack, too, and he said no. Rude.
*Nell is a 1994 drama film starring Jodie Foster as a young woman who has to face other people for the first time after being raised by her mother in an isolated cabin. Trailer can be found here.