All week, my 5th grade students have been asking me if I'm tired, if I'm getting enough sleep. One kid mentioned that under my eyes is dark and his mommy uses makeup for that. Thanks, kid. I guess I need some more sleep. Good thing we've got this long weekend coming up.
I'm unwinding from the week by watching a documentary to be found at leadwithlove.com, which is for parents of gay kids who are having trouble coping with the truth. It's kind of mesmerizing, with bad infomercial cinematography, but a good message, interesting interviews. There's this one kid named Rico, who looks just like Spock in profile.
I don't know.
Yesterday, I went to the New England Aquarium's Educator Appreciation Night. Free food, free shamelessly heartstring-yanking Disneyesque IMAX 3D movie narrated by Morgan Freeman, free livestrong bracelets that say "Myrtle" and books about icebergs, stop n shop tote bags, and other fabulously useless shit. In return, we're encouraged to bring our students to the aquarium for educational programming. Felt weirdly like a pharmaceuticals pitch. Apparently on the Harbor Cruise, which I missed, there was wine and beer and swank dinner things.


Today in class, Stephanie and I made pesto from the basil in the outdoor garden, served it to the kids on pasta. During 2nd period, Stephanie had to leave early and I got to run an impromptu lesson on moon phases. I confess: I love teaching. I love asking kids questions and treating them like adults and getting them excited about things. I love having a chance not to be the teachers I had in primary who were over it, and going through the motions. Everyone deserves better. I love having a kid explain to me with confidence how the moon changes shape or the earth blocks the light from the sun and I love BLOWING THEIR MINDS with the truth. SCIENCE IS AWESOME. It sells itself. I love the enthusiasm that I'm forced put on that then sinks into the cracks in my skin and becomes actual enthusiasm and I leave tired but happy, or at least feeling like I have successfully without religion or philosophy found a portion of purpose.
I'm hitting the field tomorrow, more for a hike and bit of exploratory scouting. On the way back I'm going to keep my eye out for a pink unitard to complete my watermelon Halloween vision. Because, you know, there'll probably be one lying on the side of the freeway. Ha ha.