Monday is like Christmas Day in hell. Had to put down the beginnings of a small mutiny in first period today*. It didn't *quite* set the tone for the rest of the day, but it came pretty damn close. Didn't bring a lunch, went to work after lunch, didn't eat but did work ** until 4:30 - when I had to leave for my class. Walked into class late, forgot to say sorry for coming in late. *Finally* got home and fed. Whooptiefuck.
* Today was presentation day for the pojects. "Disappointment" would be something of an understatement. The "visual aid" part of the program was certainly the most surreal. The kid who had Ren. Music just printed out a list of EVERY European composer from 1400-1600 and pasted them on a posterboard. (Didn't even bother to paste all four corners down) One kid brought in a shoebox with notepaper pasted all over it and (SHAKESPEARE'S GLOBE THEATER) written in *Crayon*. The best - probably the best I will ever see - came from the "Warfare" group.
A shoebox (no outer covering, price tag blacked out) 1/3 full of hay. Pasted to the shoebox are thirty plastic army men facing off in neatly arranged rows. No supporting text of any kind. The presentation went something like this: "These are like knights and stuff. The back row is all nobles and everyone else is peasents."
** A not-insignificant portion of my day was taken up talking to my dad about poker. (Odd Dad-filter below)
It's odd. My dad's taken up drinking wine and poker, two things of which I am overly fond. Because of this, I've turned into a sort of low-rent mentor. Wine talk focuses largely on pronunciation (60 or so years of being a Southerner has done predictable things to his ability to anunciate French). In poker, I mostly give him good advice, he does the opposite, then loses. (Like sitting on a straight and letting some guy chase you out of a huge pot)
Random Dad-related: While reconciling the company cards today, I noticed a 50.00 Match.com charge from one of the men - married, to make it more interesting. He's not the sharpest guy in the world (ex-crackhead, but a good guy now), so I figured. . . well, I just figured he wasn't the sharpest guy in the world. I showed it to him and he said "Oh, that's mine!" That didn't make me feel a whole lot better - though did further explain my substantial (yet largely hidden) relationship issues..When I suggested that this might not be the best thing to be doing, he gives me some story about just wondering what it's all about then gets on the poker subject. (I see shades of myself in this,. Not the fucking around part, really, but the sort of nervous-trying-too-hard-stammering I do when I'm *clearly* doing something wrong. I guess we all do that.)
* Today was presentation day for the pojects. "Disappointment" would be something of an understatement. The "visual aid" part of the program was certainly the most surreal. The kid who had Ren. Music just printed out a list of EVERY European composer from 1400-1600 and pasted them on a posterboard. (Didn't even bother to paste all four corners down) One kid brought in a shoebox with notepaper pasted all over it and (SHAKESPEARE'S GLOBE THEATER) written in *Crayon*. The best - probably the best I will ever see - came from the "Warfare" group.
A shoebox (no outer covering, price tag blacked out) 1/3 full of hay. Pasted to the shoebox are thirty plastic army men facing off in neatly arranged rows. No supporting text of any kind. The presentation went something like this: "These are like knights and stuff. The back row is all nobles and everyone else is peasents."
** A not-insignificant portion of my day was taken up talking to my dad about poker. (Odd Dad-filter below)
It's odd. My dad's taken up drinking wine and poker, two things of which I am overly fond. Because of this, I've turned into a sort of low-rent mentor. Wine talk focuses largely on pronunciation (60 or so years of being a Southerner has done predictable things to his ability to anunciate French). In poker, I mostly give him good advice, he does the opposite, then loses. (Like sitting on a straight and letting some guy chase you out of a huge pot)
Random Dad-related: While reconciling the company cards today, I noticed a 50.00 Match.com charge from one of the men - married, to make it more interesting. He's not the sharpest guy in the world (ex-crackhead, but a good guy now), so I figured. . . well, I just figured he wasn't the sharpest guy in the world. I showed it to him and he said "Oh, that's mine!" That didn't make me feel a whole lot better - though did further explain my substantial (yet largely hidden) relationship issues..When I suggested that this might not be the best thing to be doing, he gives me some story about just wondering what it's all about then gets on the poker subject. (I see shades of myself in this,. Not the fucking around part, really, but the sort of nervous-trying-too-hard-stammering I do when I'm *clearly* doing something wrong. I guess we all do that.)
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What age are your pupils?