And Beyond

Today a teacher across the hall sent a kid to my room as a punishment. Not only did he participate in the discussion, he thanked me after class for "a really interesting lecture". He enjoyed it. Did any of my own students enjoy my lecture? I wouldn't know. They don't really speak to me and I feel we are drifting apart.

AP study hall discussed their favorite bald men and I did pretty well in the discussion. So, also a plus.

Then AICE Global perspectives slunk in and immediately began vandalizing my room. My poster was torn and all of my paper towels mysteriously disappeared. A crowd formed at my desk and everyone kept talking at once and when that happens I immediately revert to playing old re-runs of Scooby-Doo in my head. I'm like a dolphin. Half of my brain is devoted to vintage cartoons and the rest of my mind operates independently, agreeing and nodding until all the irritants have left the room. Eventually I came back to reality and a few sad kids were making plans in the corner of my room and everyone else was at lunch. I guess. I doubt any of them would have been abducted as they are very high maintenance and more than a little irritating.

8th period came in and we talked about dictators and fascists and there was some disagreement over whether fascism in 1930's Spain was such a bad thing and my opinion is that it was. Others offered opinions that were more diversely layered. We all agreed that Josef Stalin had the best hair of all of the dictators, and then we discussed the questionable dalliances of Leon Trotsky and the various relationship quandaries of Frida Kahlo and the complicated matters of love art and politics.