I think I would like teaching a whole lot more if I could wear yoga pants.
It would be easier to get up in the morning if:
1. I saw the sun.
2. I smelled coffee.
3. This jumped on my bed:
I still don’t like Starbucks pumpkin spice lattes. I keep trying every fall, but I just don’t.
Taking grad school classes reminds me what it’s like to be a student. And reminds me that most of my students probably didn’t do the reading.
Colored pens make grading a little more bearable.
My ivy plant survived the first weekend in the classroom. So far so good.
The last swim of the summer happened Saturday. The water swept me through the mouth of the river and a thunderstorm rolled in. We watched the lightning touch down, and I tried not to be too sad about the end of summer.
I finally got different colored expo markers.
My students keep asking me questions about dating.
[Walking the line between teacher/mentor/friend is TOUGH.]
I tried not to drink caffeinated coffee in the morning. I regretted it. So did my students.
I’m getting to the point where I know ahead of time what my students will struggle with. I say something: “So, this is dative of possession. You just have to switch the nominative subject to dative and the accusative direct object to nominative and habet to est. Got it?” No, they don’t got it, obviously, and a class period and a half later, we’re starting to make a little progress.
I go to sleep thinking about how to have a better class. I dream about answering grammar questions.
I leave small group early because I’m that old.
Year three is off to a good start. Still looking for a used couch so my room can feel more like an English classroom, so keep an eye out.
Here’s to fall and apples and cinnamon and hot tea.