I’ve been forty for like four and a half days or something. And it’s going just fine. I know you were worried. But have no fear — turns out I can handle it. And I can handle school and crazy fall sports schedules and even dinner (served over the course of 3 or 4 hours and in as many shifts as there are humans in this house, but I’m counting it). I even started reading (!) another book (!) by my charming and adorable fake-uncle Alexander McCall Smith (who is indeed charming and adorable, but not at all my uncle; I’d just like him to be, if you know what I mean, which you probably do if you’re a person who has ever read his books).
My head is physically and metaphorically above the water, and only a few of my students actively hate me for bringing LORD OF THE FLIES into their lives. I told them it’s not their job to agree with Mr. Golding’s dim view of human nature, only to recognize how he arrives at it and unveils it through the story. Also I geek out about brilliant sentences now and then, and they watch. Perhaps they snicker. Very few sneer. So it’s all good.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Forty is liberating. I’m so glad you are “geeking out” in front of your students. (My new favorite phrase.) No wonder we are buds. Yesterday I had a high school musical moment in class over The Scarlet Letter. “Go Cats, go!” There was snapping involved, and I even told someone to “gitcha, gitcha, gitcha, gitcha head in the game.” I bet you’re ROCKIN’ it.
Love yer guts
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Forty is liberating. I’m so glad you are “geeking out” in front of your students. (My new favorite phrase.) No wonder we are buds. Yesterday I had a high school musical moment in class over The Scarlet Letter. “Go Cats, go!” There was snapping involved, and I even told someone to “gitcha, gitcha, gitcha, gitcha head in the game.” I bet you’re ROCKIN’ it.
Love yer guts