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Reading this blog has made people want to kill themselves, so if you are easily depressed, perhaps you should find something more uplifting to do, like watch a Holocaust documentary or read a Cormac McCarthy novel.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Ah Friday, how we love you

Friday night. Feeling exhausted. Brain probably shouldn't be out this late trying to write. Should be in bed, preparing for a Saturday filled with students - Saturday school in the morning, homecoming dance in the evening, with a few hours in between to wonder what I've gotten myself into.

Spirit week at Mason - The homecoming theme is "A Night in Wonderland" - a little bit of Lewis Carroll, but not so cartoony. Monday was Mad Hatter day, Tuesday Tweedledee/Tweedledum day (twins), Wednesday was Crazy day, Thursday was Character day and Friday Spirit day. Here's me on Character day. See if you can guess who I was:


I couldn't tell which students I was more disappointed with - the ones that knew who I was or the ones who didn't (the most common guess - hobo. Seriously? It's Character day!). OK, that's not exactly true - it was the latter. Not sure they're the best movies for most high school students - something I might have thought about before dressing up as a notorious imaginary drug dealer.

I'm a bit trepidatious about tomorrow night - my hope is I'm not haunted by images of my students doing things I have no desire to see. I asked them to try and spare me watching their vertical expression of a horizontal idea, but I don't think that's actually going to happen.

Been glorious sleeping weather here the last couple of nights - breezy enough I can curl up under my comforter, the crisp autumn air cool on my face. Actually felt a little chilly a couple of times. For those of whose bodies tend to burst into spontaneous fountains of perspiration, these cooler days are a Godsend. Plus, besides the physiological benefits, my mind feels clearer, a little brighter, a little happier. Even with my recent bouts of nostalgia, they've been pleasant remembrances, not the horrible "my life was so much better then" type. I fondly remember those times, but they only shine the light on my life now and show me how blessed I am. They remind me I would not be the person I am today without them. And I certainly wouldn't want to be the person I was then now.

Follow up to my last entry: got an email from my friend Brad, who reminded me Cindy had had an impact on his life as well, something I had forgotten. He shared a bit of his story and it was interesting to see how the two meshed together. I told him if anything comes of my "google trap" that I'll let him know. BTW, it's her birthday today, so happy birthday Cindy, wherever you are.

That's enough of that.

My favorite show from last year started up again - Pushing Daisies. I love these characters and their world. Here's hoping enough other people do too so it stays on the air. They've shaken things up a bit, which is good and they did a good job of introducing new viewers to the world. And regardless of what EW says, Chi McBride is brilliant as Emerson Cod and perhaps my favorite character on the show.

OK, need to start winding down so I can get up early tomorrow and do Saturday school. Here's hoping I'm disciplined enough to get my grading done. Night. Æ

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