classy

So, I'm going to my Freelance Journalism class tonight. I'm excited and tired. What kind of people sign up for this kind of class... besides me, of course? And, is it going to rock my world and alter my path OR is it going to be a waste of money and time? Sometimes, you just have tiptoe out on the limb. No hands, no hands.

And, I'm getting excited about this job I know nothing about in a Harlem magnet school. I'm perfecting my personal statement so everybody's going to die wanting me. I can already hear the Academic Deans panting and I'm not even to my rough draft.

Speaking of, my classes are going really well this week. I'm slowing things down-- adding five minutes more than instinct tells me. And, the kids seem more motivated. It's counterintuitive. Plus, I started a reading log with lots of columns (I'm going to institute graph paper next and let them make bar graphs of their pages and hours read. They're going to love it!)

I bought opera tickets on a whim Monday for Saturday as one is want to do. Yea, now they're forecasting for snow. Yikes. La Boheme. La Natural Disaster.

I need to study for my Praxis tests.