Winding Down

This is cool; I’m totally having a text message conversation with the nighttime DJ!

Three days left in the school year.  The kids can’t wait and I can’t wait; it’ll be nice to have a full year of high school teaching under my belt.  Haven’t I gotten some good experience in the last five years?  Tutoring in Berkeley, organizing community service for high school students in Oakland and S.F., advising college students in Seattle and substituting all over the Bay before this job.  I feel like a legitimate teacher now.

I took Friday off to do some of my required work at the middle school, but I ran into the substitute while leaving my lesson plans in the morning.  He was young and dorky and while I collected my possessions to leave for the day he rambled on about his degree in Biology and how nature all boiled down to sex and violence.  I ignored him, broke down the lessons for him and boogied outta there.  Today, my students complained about him because he was lecturing (not part of the LP) something about sex and violence and no one could understand.  Who knows?  I’m sure I came off as kinda foolish when I was subbing last year but I took some delight in the failure of the sub.  I’m so immature…I’m like: “the kids like me better!!”

I wonder if Special K reads this blog.  Vegas is seeming less and less appealing by the day.  It seems like so many details have to be set up in precisely the right way to ensure that we enjoy ourselves.  But it’s like…how can you NOT have fun in Vegas?  I could have $50 in Vegas for the entire weekend and I’d have fun just because it means I’m not mowing the lawn or playing Zelda.  The details aren’t all going to be in place and I’m afraid she’s not gonna be able to roll with it.  Just roll with it, baby!  Let’s eat a motherfucking buffet, drink one of those 100-oz. margaritas and watch Cirque du Soleil!  Let’s walk through the Venetian, where it’s daytime even at night!  You don’t know how to play Craps?  Well, neither do I!  Let’s place a bet!  The details are meaningless.  Look where we are!!

I envision myself making that little speech sometime this weekend.