Things got better. Don't know how. Don't know why. My job doesn't feel like a ton imposition on me. I'm slowly getting situated in the sea of students and learning that I get through one fewer activity with a class of 34 then with a class of 28. It has something to do with how many times the same question gets asked. One day, I answered the same question over twenty times. PAY ATTENTION, why dontcha. But, my lesson on Islam went fantastically today. We talked about OT ethics and human rights. One of my biggest punks told me "that was really interesting" after class, which floored me. They kept asking me, "How do you know that?" And, I'd say, "Because I'm a genius" or "I paid attention in school." Plus, we're supposed to get the new teacher Monday. I'll be down to 28 students a class and one prep! More pandemonium, but good pandemonium.
I can tell I'm feeling better because I met the Chief for dinner and, on a whim, decided to go to Charlotte and by a skirt. And I bought some other pieces as well. It felt like illicit fun. The Chief is more fun than a lot of people I know my age. I got some clothes to wear to the Vancouver wedding-- it's a 10 shindig in North Vancouver at a lodge, which is kind of an odd style thing. This marriage makes me happy.
My uncle sent me the playlist for U2 today. No "Cedars of Lebanon" but I'll probably live. Now I need to read a chapter titled "Motivation" in my learning theory. Oh, but if it could teach me how to do that. But, although the path devious keeps winding, there is a light.
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