If you haven't read the comments in the last post, you're missing out on BIG IMPORTANT NEWS. Have I ever mentioned that "Sarah" is one of the best names in the world? Stephen King often gives his particularly angelic/sympathetic characters that name. Fleetwood Mac and Daryl Hall made good songs (albeit in four-letter form) for it. And need we even mention its splendid phonetic form in Hungarian? Congrats to Heather and Heather's Husband of not-Allentown-but-Emmaus-I-think!
My Big Stupid Presentation isn't until Monday, then we'll have one more day of endless trainings until the sucky business of enrollment starts. I don't think Harry "the first day of school sets the tone for the rest of the year - don't blow it! and buy my book!" Wong really gets that my first day of school will be spent writing down names from enrollment cards as quickly as possible before the homeroom-shortened class period is over. Seriously - no introductions, no information, just "give me your pink card and amuse yourself until I call your name and don't! ask! questions!"
Day two would be somewhat better if we could hand out our syllabi and go over the expectations, rules, etc., but syllabi have to be approved by admins before printing, and they don't think we should give that out until all the major schedule changes have been sorted. Last year I sorta, accidentally, what with having my supervisor change twice over the summer, ran off my own copies and gave them out. That won't work this year (although I do have a new boss again). Maybe I'll just host a Q&A instead and see if they guess that the penalty for reapplying eye shadow during class is a slow poking death with a mascara wand. A blue mascara wand. (It balances out my decision to eliminate last year's no-gum policy.)
So, days two and three will be partially devoted to making the revolving door of schedule changing spin more smoothly. Then we'll have a three-day weekend and then maybe I'll start teaching the tiny hormonal people with iPods that we call sophomores. But I'll just say once again that Wong, despite certainly having the right idea, should be a celebrity educator mostly because he manages to get his books shipped from his planet to our own.
And speaking of planets, after being too busy to IM my Dad for awhile, I initiated the follow conversation today (italics mine):
Me: Are you sad about Pluto/
Dad: not sure r u
Me: not sure either
Me: it feels wrong to lose a planet
Dad: what bout the new planets
Me: but they're just dwarf planets
Me: even Ceres, the biggest asteroid, is now a dwarf planet
Me: and the other planets are outside our solar system - not so much "ours"
Dad: (always one for solidarity) i dont like it
Me: I thought Pluto could at least be a gateway planet
Me: because it has more in common with the regular planets than the other Oort Cloud objects do, etc.
Dad: i like pluto...was emotionally attached to it (you should probably picture a semi-coloned emoticon here)
Me: it could be our ambassador to those items
Me: me too, but it wasn't my favourite planet
Me: I am currently facing a tie between Neptune and Uranus
Me: hehe I'm serious
Me: (typically, I get overeager) Uranus is interesting because it's on its side and has all the moons named after Shakespearean characters
Me: but Neptune is a richer blue colour, and now it is the last planet in our solar system
Me: Saturn used to be my fave but everyone gets tired of the rings
Me: I've never met anyone who likes Mercury best.
Dad: sat my fav
Me: (also diplomatic)Saturn is still good
Me: It has that nice big moon
Dad: i like merc too
Dad: i dont know
(I show off some interesting but basic facts about Mercury's atmosphere, composition, and rotation that no one else needs to see me get so excited about)
Dad: ok i dont like it anymore
Dad: because of the greek thing
Me: the greek thing?
Dad: yes mercury
Me: Mercury has a Greek thing?
Dad: yes with the helmet
Dad: oh srry
Er, and so on, until Dad got up to make fish. Not sure why I shared this, other than I think people at work have this idea that I'm not close to my parents and so there ought to be some record somewhere that clearly we have our own fun. Our own, highly limited, extremely nerdy, fun.
Obvously I don't talk to them about Mom because everything shareworthy comes out in the past tense, and when I do venture an anecdote, I'm always having to say, "she's still alive and everything" and hurry on the conversation before people make the careful sympathy face and ask if she isn't. (At the expense of me appearing to be flippant and uninvolved.) And I don't talk about Dad because "mostly just waiting for the end since he can't afford heart surgery after a lifetime of paying for health insurance that he almost never used not to mention paid for his employees until near the end, and isn't this an ironic world?" just has that sort of needy-but-unresolvable can-of-worms feel that I personally try to discourage in the 20-odd minute break we all get in the middle of the day.
(The one where I'm not organized enough to eat but I can concentrate deeply on trying to get around the latest district firewall between me and Gmail. Oh, and this site's been blocked, too, as I discovered when trying to see what Heather wrote that I couldn't see in my email.)
Ah, can't hold out on sleep anymore. Short version: I'm looking forward to the near school year, but we'll save the upbeat vibe for later. I'm just rambling now. La fa de na na zzz...
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