I forgot how much I love to read. If I could have any job in the world besides being the best teacher ever, I would want to be a professional reader. I started reading Sula by Toni Morrison and have fallen in love with it. I wish I had more time to just read - and read things that I actually want to read, no more of this evolution versus creation nonsense. Of which I only have 9 more hours to sit through!
Wrote a new song yesterday. and it rocks. It might be the most depressing thing i've ever written but it's also one of the most beautiful.
Nora is going to help me make a quilt and I think it will be one of the best things I ever do. I've never been a super crafty person - I have my moments, but overall, I'm better with words and notes than glue and pinking shears. I'm excited to expand on my sewing skills as well, as I really stink at it as of now. Besides, what's more practical than making yourself a blanket?!? c'mon now, that's just brilliant. I'm like the domesticated version of Bear Grillz.
School is really putting up a fight in its last three weeks. This sucker will not die. I have no finals, which is fantastic, but that means that I have presentations, papers, portfolios, unit plans, and probably pieces of my soul due in the three weeks prior to that. Every monday morning I'll be praying that I live to see the light of Thursday at 5pm when the week is over. I will survive, just not with nearly as much margin as I would like to feel comfortable. Maybe it's not about feeling comfortable this semester. I'm learning so much about everything and for that I am grateful, but I wouldn't mind coming up for air every once in a while. The sad thing is that in three weeks everything is going to stop and I'll probably be bored out of my mind until my life gets crazy again with summer school and other mystery events
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