Day 71. Music.

Today I was overcome with the holiday spirit and I was determined to flood my classroom with the crisp winter chill that is Mariah Carey. She has 24 versions of "All I want for Christmas" and surprisingly the best one is the duet with Justin Bieber. I'm not saying it's good, only that it is the least bad. There is more than enough versions to keep the spirit of the season right in your face for a full hour and a half.

Is it ironic that the cooler air can breathe warmth into my heart? I pull back the curtain on the vault where my dreams are kept and find the few that still linger are awakened by the chill. The fires that crawl from my soul set alight, are the years of memories on which I've built my future dreams.

In light of various news about potential government changes I can see the children are already adapting in the very civic way in which we would expect. For example this sentiment seems to be in the news recently. I personally disagree, but youth cannot be tethered by the inhibitions of age and so the children speak:

I think the vandalized sign is a disgrace, but I fear I may be in the minority.

When I left school today a fly or a wasp or maybe a waspy fly hovered directly in front of my eyes for several minutes. He (or she) had a mean appearance like a middle schooler or an angry insect pirate. I think it was trying to lay eggs inside me but I thwarted it. For now. Who knows when it will stalk me again for I fear I am the perfect host as I am too socially awkward to say no, if I'm asked very politely.