More Squeeing than I’d Like to Admit
You guys, the New Moon trailer premiered last night during the MTV Movie Awards. Now, I didn’t know this because a.) I don’t care about MTV, b.) I don’t get MTV, or any TV, for that matter, and c.) I’m not a die-hard Twilighter, but I did watch the trailer this morning when PopCandy posted a link to it.
The trailer is already so much better than the book that I hardly know what to say. Does it look like it’s going to be an unintentional laugh-riot? Of course. Will I be there on opening day? Absolutely.
(I laughed so hard when Jacob ripped out of his clothes when he turned that I was scared I’d attract the attention of other classrooms.)
I’m going to go watch the trailer again. It’s better than term papers, right?
This Morning
There was a tampon on the floor of my classroom. It wasn’t used, but it was out of its wrapper, and this seemed to distress the students most greatly.
“Ew! That’s nasty, man!” One girl said loudly during their writing prompt. She raised her hand. “Can you come and pick this up?”
“I’m not going to pick it up if it’s gross,” I said, walking over to where she was. “Oh, for goodness sake.”
“What is it?” various students inquired from around the semi-darkened room.
“It’s a tampon,” I said, exasperatedly. “It’s not used, you guys. Get back to work.” I went over to the teacher’s desk and pulled out a rubber glove, mostly for show, and picked up the offending object, dumping it in the trash.
One of my best slacker students raised his hand. “I can’t concentrate on the questions now that this has happened.”
“Shock,” I said, smiling. “Get back to work.”
The students followed my directions and got back to answering their questions in silence, the mini-drama of first hour over.
It’s going to be a long week.
When I am sitting in a nearly empty coffee shop
and three fourteen-year-old girls choose to sit at the table directly next to me, I am allowed to do a little mocking. It’s just the rules.
I understand the push for freedom and independence that comes with the onset of high school. Being raised in suburbia, my options were limited, and I remember how frustrating it is to be that old and yet that young.
But, seriously? The inane topics of conversation are enough to make me pack up my stuff earlier than I intended just to get away.
“Guys, I’m sorry that I didn’t invite you to my 13th birthday party last year. I should have, but I invited a bunch of people that I shouldn’t have.”
“If the two of them dated, I’d have to like, shoot myself in the face.”
Haha oh god. They’re still in middle school. I have to leave. Now.
A Note From the Absent Author
Gentle Readers,
Fret not, for I have not forgotten about this little gem of a site. If you pay attention at all, you’ll have noticed that I continue to update the lists of reading and viewing material on the sidebar of this here site. The entries themselves have been lacking, because, well, I’m struggling with what exactly I want this place to be.
I’ve been tossing around some ideas, and I’ll probably have a better sense of what it could be soon.
Until then, Gentle Readers, I bid you a brief adieu.
Haterade.
Tonight during my temper tantrum I hit the keyboard and the spacebar popped off.
It’s not working so well anymore.
Well, that’s just perfect. A fitting end to a crap night.
Hello.
My posting has been spotty at best over the past several months, but now that I’m finally finished with all of my paperwork for student teaching, I’m hoping that I will find more time to post here.
Today I put the finishing touches on my portfolio and student teaching work sample. Aside from making a second copy of the work sample and handing it in tomororw, I’m done with everything.
Oh. Except for the exit interview next Tuesday. There’s still that.
Everything else is done, though.
Expect a year-in-review post (or posts) as well as goals for the new year sometime soon.
Get excited.
On wasting time
I didn’t manage to get any actual work done during my 5th hour prep today, but I did score a 14/15 on an online Saved By the Bell Quiz.
Absolutely.