I care too much (?) about what my classroom looks like. But since I spend up to 8 hours a day in it…shouldn’t I care?
I have these thanks to these lovely people. After returning from our literary vacation to find ourselves immediately moving into and cleaning up my new classroom, it sure was nice to open up a package from Brooklyn…these posters will be perfect.
Matthew vacuumed my classroom rug. (Yes, I teach high school and have a classroom rug. I know…too much caring about the classroom. Yes, Matthew vacuumed my classroom rug.) He was fascinated about the amount, color and texture of the dirt sucked out of that carpet. In case you’re like him, it was almost black, fine as dust, and filled up the container four times.
Robert Frost’s Stone House on Rt. 7 in Vermont was peaceful and inspiring. He calls birches his “lady trees”. He wrote “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” in his dining room in the very early morning, but got really angry when a few publications misprinted it. The problem? An Oxford Comma in the last stanza.
My birthday is this Friday (the 13th!).
On our trip, I ate a cone of Raspberries and Heaven ice cream from a roadside stand in front of an organic dairy farm. May just be the best lunch I’ve ever eaten.
Josh Ritter is not only an amazing musician and writer, but is also really nice. He gave me a hug! …he gave Matthew TWO hugs. I told him to read this story. Okay, fine. I found the story in my car and gave it to him. I’m expecting his response essay any day.
The bus’ windshield wipers don’t work so well.
I didn’t do half the things I wanted to do this summer, yet I feel like I grew—experienced new things, deepened relationships, and rested. So it feels like a summer well spent to me.
But for the sake of goal-setting, I’m going to journal daily about my life in the classroom. That’ll be a personal thing—not a blog-thing though.
Today, I fell asleep at the beach, and when I woke up the right side of my face and hair was covered in sand. I was becoming a dune.