...that staying up too damn late for my own good is good for me.
Back up...
Such a busy, full weekend. A long dinner with a friend, then a housewarming party on Friday (both activities involved a good amount of sangria/red wine). Saturday, open house for prospective students and parents -- I have to say, surprisingly enough after all that wine drinking the night before, I kicked ass. I taught a mini-lesson that encouraged an amazing 8th grader girl to shut down a rich, white, entitled man with a much more intelligent and articulate comment than he could ever think up in response to a Genny Lim poem we read. The lesson also moved two parents to tears at the end of class (one Chinese born, the other a white parent to an adopted Chinese girl) -- not out of boredom, thankfully, but because it was an emotional topic for both of them. This was the most (the only?) meaningful dog-and-pony show I have ever had in my seven years. They ought to pay teachers more, seriously. Well, they should at least pay me more anyway. Heh.
Saturday night was also surprisingly wonderful. Good cheese, good wine, good friends, etc. Goodness right down to the etc. Went to bed sometime closer to daylight than to midnight like the good times of the summer in VT that I miss immensely. I'll sleep when I'm dead, I guess. Or maybe I will stay up even then, too, seeing how good it feels sometimes not to sleep.
I suppose it's time to get some grading done at last.
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