I knew him when...

I had a dream about an old boyfriend the other night so I looked him up on the internet. Turns out, like his father before him, he's a pretty big deal in his native Zimbabwe these days. I could only find one picture; he looks the same, except no gorgeous afro and he's all dressed up in a suit and tie. I wonder if he still speaks French fluently and listens to Jimi Hendrix...

I attended a teaching seminar yesterday that zapped my will to live. Rather than provide much needed information on class management, it turned out to be an advertisement to teach in a very ritzy, elite, white school district. NOT what I want to do; and I, as well as others there, resented the not-so-subtle attitude that rich and white is better. This really bugs the crap out of me, as does the recent anti-immigrant actions and reactions going on around here. Ugh. I was not going to get started. Anyhow, the management strategies they did manage to discuss sounded more like military school practices than ideas to keep 3rd graders motivated. One of them actually said that "if you do it right, the classroom will run itself when you need to step out." Um... you leave a roomful of kids alone to fend for and run themselves? Really? Um...

The house looks good with its fresh coat of paint. I talked to the landscapers to get some things done and freshened up as well, and once that's done and the pool drained and cleaned, I'll be ready to have visitors and enjoy the coming warm season. Believe it or not, I'm ready for it. I want to swim! I want to skinny dip! I want to be done with school! I want to graduate!

Speaking of which, at the end of this coming week I'll be half way done with student teaching and attending my first teaching interview. Keep good thoughts, and pray I don't say "hell" or "damn." Ha ha.