Wednesday

I get a little self-conscious about writing straight onto the blog and not spell-checking with Word first. Maybe it's because I'm an English teacher and I'm afraid parents might read this and say, "Whoa, this guy does not know how to spell. I wonder how my kid is doing?"

Don't worry, your kid is just as ignorant as when he came to my class. Ah, I kid, I kid. Teaching is hard. Well...yeah teaching is hard. I was gonna say that it's hard where I'm at but it's hard everywhere. It's got many facets that's probably why I'm not bored with it yet. I get bored with jobs sometimes. I figure them out and then there's no more fun. Teaching is different every day and I try to make it interesting. I wish I was more organized though, that is my downfall. The classroom piece, not to bad, the filing piece, no thank-you. But, if I had to pick one to be good at, good with kids or good at filing etc., I'd take good with the kids everytime. Bending 30 little, evil minds to your singular will and purpose is fun.

Today we got on the topic of 666 which I was able to explain from a biblical (and not a superstitious) perspective. I am glad the Lord gives me opportunities like that, cause where else are they gonna hear it. Half of them don't go to church and the other half are catholic...yeah. Anyway, being married to a Latino woman has helped me alot at my present school due to the large population of Mexican and South American kids. My wife's culture is different of course than the Mexican culture but alot of the same principles apply. I know what Damas are for instance.

I need to write. Not that I should write or hey, writing is fun. I need to. If I don't I get all cranky and out of sorts. So my wife thinks I should write a new novel, completely different from the one I wrote before. I'm kicking some ideas around. I do feel like I need to finish what I started though, so I'll probably do that and wrap up the trilogy. Hopefully I can crank out a book, or most of it, over the summer.

Tomorrow night is our final night for league basketball. We play at eight and then, if we win, we play for the championship at nine. I'm ready.

WoW preys on my competitive nature and uses it against me. Why else would I run Sethekk Halls and lose on every roll that I even vaguely needed while guiding a group of noobs through an instance that I had already run half-a-dozen times? I want to be able to compete. BAH! Fie on thee WoW. From henceforth I shall be know as casual gamer.

We're reading the script to an old Twilight Zone episode today in class. Hey, it's in the textbook. It's fun and a cool story.

Our first football game was last evening in a torrential downpour. We won 20-6. Our team looked good. We have alot of speed and an aggressive defense. Seriously though we were soaked to the bone.

Well, I'd better grade some papers or do some other teacherly work.

Talk to you all later.