The Way to End the Day

Salvete.

If it weren't for fourth period, I'd be going home right now. What I do not mean by this is, that without a fourth period, the day would be over, the final bell would have rung, and I would be walking out the door.

Not at all.

What I mean is, without the students in fourth period, I would be so depressed, downtrodden, grouchy, and angry, that I'd be calling in an emergency substitute and leaving straightaway.

Instead, I am still here, and glad to be so. The students in fourth period bring so much light to my day. Perhaps it is their innocence, their naivete. However, third period is naive in its way. Third period is naive in thinking they know what there is to know, in thinking that they are mature, socially aware, and academically adept. Nothing could be further from the truth, on the whole. Fourth period, on the other hand, has an innocent curiosity in what I have to say and what there is to learn. They listen the first time (most times). They don't talk back, and always ask how my day was. They also are always eager to tell me what has happened in their days, and I am no less eager to hear. Of course they have their moments of stupidity, for they are teenagers.

Is it bad to say that, collectively, I love them the most? It may be as bad to do that as it is to choose a favorite offspring. Even if it is in one's heart, one probably shouldn't say it, for fear that it will come back to punish one in some grave way.

No specifics today, just a reflection.

Valete,
Magistra

Testes!

Salvete!

I was grading papers today ("Never an easy or a pleasant task."), and will be for ages hence. These papers are supposed to be research that compares two colleges. I'm glad I was paying attention, so that I could bring you this gChat conversation between my husband and me:


me: Real sentence from a paper:
me: "It also depends on your scores that you get on your testes
him: tee hee :3
me: , which guarantees you a scholarship. hahahaha
him: lol, oh, they will be so supplized at the way the world works
me: testes lol
me: he's gonna prostitute his way into the school with scores on his testes hahahahahaha

This is probably the blog post that draws most closely to inappropriate.

Valete!
Magistra