and I get to call in all week AND prep for a sub every day, just in case Compton finds me indispensable. Still, even with the time I wasted Friday night prepping, I have some options now. I have a test and time to give it.
To the business at hand:
I am going to do one thing a day, at least one thing a day, to
get better as a writer (listen to John August’s podcast, read my sources, make notes, create bulletproof outlines, etc.)
get better as a teacher (find out WTF common core means and why stupid people seem to like it, design a possible Creative Writing class for next year [sources, syllabus, curriculum, rubric, etc], figure out better uses of technology, etc.)
get stronger (do the Gorilla on my phone, stretch, take dogs for a walk [who knows, I might run], lift something, etc.)
For now, I am going to take my kid to work and then go to the climbing gym? No….maybe.
And if I do, who cares? I decided to stop letting little things bother me.
Had a great trip with the food club today. Dim sum for 13 and they ate every bite AND MOST WERE ON TIME. Shrimp noodles, har gow, dumplings dumplings dumplings.
Then I took a very nice girl to shoot for the first time. it’s so nice to see someone get excited about something new.
I felt clouds lifting around me.
Genettis? I need to free my mind. I need to take the barest version of the facts, slap on some lucky accidents and get that done.
Teacher Of The Year? I see it, I am integrating the Atlanta trial of all those teachers for cheating AND I’ll connect that to the charter school mess (where do you think they got the idea?)
The Deep: what does she find once she gets outside the rim? i think she finds more people who just want to kill her people and take the energy they are sitting on top of.
a. I paid too much on my credit cards and I felt a little cash-short. But I forgot that I stashed away a bunch of money too. Duh. I’ll be fine.
b. I really, really, really don’t want to go to Compton for jury duty. Let’s just say that if they don’t remind me, I won’t remind them. I have a weird fear of new things (I know! Me, right? The guy who INVENTED new things) and I just have this dumb fear that if I leave for jury duty, I’ll get picked for some damn 8 month serial killer thing and I’ll never see my classroom again. I’m also worried about trying to get a home equity loan to fix up the house. Never done that before, either.
c. A little fragile; one woman, maybe another as well, whom I used to date have died. I haven’t known anyone who has died, not really, not that way. I haven’t seen them in…sheesh, a decade? But I guess it bothered me more than I thought.
So I haven’t felt like writing or working out or a lot of stuff. Honestly? I need to go climbing, I need some air under my feet. Soon. Shoulder’s getting better.
I’m feeling a lot of stress. It’s affecting my skin and my mood.
I have a lot to be thankful for, trust me, i know that.
What’s a good VISUAL METAPHOR for being an American? I see a good suit of clothes and a fine hat; maybe he obsesses over the clothes the ‘real’ American men around him are wearing…At the end, his fine new suit is torn and dirty- that’s the proce of becoming an American.