Happy Sunday!
• Did you remember to turn your clocks back? Don’t forget the one in your car!
• I saw this on PostSecret this morning, and it resonated with me. I feel like, lately – well, the last half year or so, anyway – I’ve kind of lost touch with the feeling of connectedness I’d had with the Universal Divine. I’m working on getting back to that – of remembering that I am a beloved child of the Universe – but I still don’t feel I’m quite there yet…
• Bowyer, Tonks and the boys, Falcon, and MeadMaker and Bobbie are coming to Chez Chili tonight to partake in cheeseburgers (Beanie’s idea) and fellowship. While I would probably have selfishly preferred to have just the Bowyer clan – we’ve not seen each other in a very long time and I’m kind of sad to have to share them with other people – I know we’re all going to have a wonderful time. I’m looking forward to having that much love and friendship and energy in my house (and yes, Falcon, I’ll talk to you about Glenn Beck. Just don’t expect Mr. Chili to be as willing….)
• I feel I’m on the brink of recognizing that despite the fact that I’m doing an outstanding job at CHS, I cannot be held responsible for students who choose not to come on the ride with me. What do I mean, you ask? Well, I posted very detailed homework instructions on the classes’ websites on Friday morning. These homework instructions included logging in to said websites’ forum pages and making a comment about the work we’re doing. It’s Sunday morning and not a SINGLE STUDENT has chimed in yet, despite my sending an invitation to the forum to each of their email addresses. The I/II kids are especially losing out; I posted one of the test questions on the site so they could do it ahead of time. I’m leading them to water, carefully and down a very easy path, but no one’s drinking.
• I’m STILL buzzing from Thursday’s concert. I’ve got a VH mix CD in my car and I wake up every morning with one of their songs in my head. I mean it, you guys; the show was amazing. I’m still a little geeked out that Keith Kane played Shackled; it’s really one of my favorites (among many). I wasn’t expecting the song, and I literally got shivers when I recognized the song (in only two or three notes; I’d have totally ROCKED Name That Tune). After the show, we raced to the back to meet the band – they were signing CDs – and I got to speak to both of them. I thanked Matt for providing me with a good portion of the soundtrack of my life, and I told Keith that Shackled is one of my most favorite songs; the lyrics haunt me (I know now what trouble can be, and why it follows me so easily…). I am not a moon-eyed fan, but I appreciate talent and hard work when I see it. I’m grateful to all the people whose work adds richness to my life, in whatever capacity they do it. These men often make my rear-view windows shake, and that makes me happy. I’m grateful to them for that.
I’m coming for the fellowship and love, too, Mrs. C., not political debate. If Beck (or anyone/thing else) comes up in the conversation, that’s fine, but if we’d rather not make each other’s heads explode, that’s fine, too.
And this, right here, is a big part of why I love you. Others would come frothing at the mouth to debate me, seeing this gathering as an opportunity for not only face-to-face time, but for an audience, to boot. Thanks for not being like that.
I can’t wait for this afternoon!
I’m really glad you enjoyed the VH concert. I’ve been to quite a few, and really like them. Of course, I’ve got a “vested interest” don’t I?
I could not pick a favorite song right now. For years it was “Heart In Hand” in its various incarnations.
Rock on!
Last night, I dreamed about rewriting my students’ papers so I wouldn’t have to record really low grades for some of them, precisely because they aren’t coming to the party I planned and threw; they’re just watching, hoping to get something out of it without participating. I am trying to distance myself from the refusal of too many of them to do the work; it isn’t me. I am very frustrated.
How do you do that indented reply thing?
You’ve got to spend less time trying to connect with hippie-dippie Universal Doodads, and more time connecting with things that are real. You know, friends, family, pets, hug a tree, knit a hemp hookah cover…
I’m so with you about leading students and not having them follow. Oy.
Those stupid kids. Oh, stupid is a bad word, isn’t it? Do they not UNDERSTAND that so many teachers don’t lead them anywhere? That they are getting a gift? I realize there is a gaping age difference between my child in school and the children you teach, but I would, as a parent, welcome so much organization so if my kid was being an idiot, I would at least know what is going on and which direction to guide/push from home.
I think we are a part of something unimaginably immense and mysterious and wonderful: the universe itself.
If there is a part of it more wonderful than our “blue marble,” it would have to be a wonderful part indeed.