Haven't had a lot of time to write, with our Field Director paying us a visit and sitting in on our classes. It's been a loooonng month, in spite of its deficit of actual days. We're hoping to get out of town this weekend to visit a nearby village and relax a bit. That said, here are a couple unrelated thoughts.
2.7.2010
Does the noise and energy of high school aged kids wear other people down? I realize that part of it might be due to being an only child, home-schooled until eighth grade. My childhood was relatively solitary, admittedly a bit lonely at times, but blissfully quiet. And high school is….not that. When my boisterious 11Bs enter the classroom soon after lunch – no, scratch “enter,” “bounce into” would be more accurate – I feel my pulse quicken and the sweat bead on my neck.
They’ve usually liberally indulged in Kool-Aid beforehand, and the tart saccharine smell mingles with the odor of their hair oil, sweat and overpoweringly cheap perfume. If I had high school to do over again…I’d skip it. It probably doesn’t help that on the Myers-Briggs test, I scored firmly in the “introvert” side, meaning large groups of people don’t so much energize me as bleed me dry of my desire to live.
2.9.2010
I had a great dream last night about finding my recently lost Bic ballpoint pen, with the added bonus of another red pen for correcting. It is entirely pathetic how happy I was in that dream. I sort of assumed pen technology was about the same everywhere in the world, until I was forced to use the crap they give teachers here. I never knew pens could suck so much. Drop them once, and the little ball bearing pops out, leaking red ink everywhere and rendering them entirely unusable.
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