The morning began, apparently, with me hitting the snooze button at least three times, making my 5 a.m. wakeup call come at 5:30 instead. That turned my relaxed 90-minute morning workout to a rushed 45-minute workout, and sort of made the whole morning harried. Gmail - where I always email myself my handouts for easy printout the next morning - was not working, either, so that was something else.
The 9th grade classes went okay - thank you, August Wilson, for writing a play that kids love more than anything else we read - but the Junior class turned into a class argument about a Neruda poem, and not a particularly pleasant argument. I want the kids to make radical analyses of literature, but I want them to have solid evidence for it, and that just didn't come through enough. I'll have to regroup them, and myself, tomorrow.
I could write a whole diatribe right now about my certification class, which I sat in from 5:00 until 7:45 after a very long work day, and the frustration of not learning anything because some bureaucrat somewhere decided that this is the ridiculous course that every teacher has to take every six years to remain certified, but I'll look at the bright side: at least it was air-conditioned this week and at least the professor didn't say anything about me grading papers.
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