this week in joe land
I've settled somewhat into that comfortable routine I had mentioned earlier. however, today has seen the thermo hit 102 and august has definitely been the hottest month so far. I heard may and june were supposed to win but nope. we're getting kind of nailed. this weekend I sat around half naked and read and sweated. today I got home from work and took off all my clothes and turned on every fan we have. it's still pretty hot.
school is good. it's looking more possible for me to be able to plan a week in advance what I'll be doing in any given class. for the last three weeks everything has pretty much been a day in advance.
there are many small projects that I seem to love during the week and absolutely unable to contemplate on the weekend. little by little we toil and whittle.
there have been many 'I love being a teacher' moments so far. oddly, most of these moments are instances where I should be "disciplining" the "child" but I usually just don't have the stomach for that kind of thing.
for example, an outcast type guy who is smaller and darker than most of the other students was following along with the class as we read through a textbook about design. I was watching this student because I like him and he's funny to watch. we were all reading and following along together, and I look at this kid and completely out of no where his boook flies out of his hands and he is ejected from his chair, landing with a resonant thump he and the chair on the hardwood floor. I have no clue to the cause of this event. I should have said, don't fall out of your chair but I just laughed and laughed because he really just flew for no reason.
this particular student has a savage intensity about him. and I mean savage, like he's tapped in to some spring of primitive man, hearing the call of genetic urges to bite and pound and grunt. I really like this kid and he will make me good art.
another time I overheard someone quoting too loudly wayne's world, "if you were ice cream, you'd be pralines and dick!" and I had to crack up because really that's a great line.
discipline is a weird thing in the classroom, especially considering some of the things we've been known to do on the weekends and what not... I really have no mind of any type of "moral" code in the class room. I can make no appeal to right/wrong in almost every case. I guess this is the libertarian in me. the best I can conjure is an abstracted concept of professionalism, which I try to express by telling kids that school is their job and we run a 'professional' environment at this job. is 'professionalism' the new morality?
talked to AJ hurt last day, he in iraq(u) dusty and hot me in nm clean and hot. good work, that one. safe wishes out there.
had a sweaty and grinding session of distortion structured loosely around "cowgirl in the sand" last night, mostly pick scrapes and jibs in Am pentatonic but also some F maj all over the fret board wrists soar and right hand sensing the magnetic field it was gyrating within. I love the electric therapy.
my lunch at the school today consisted of 5 chewy moz sticks and peaches. this is our culinary program.
reading delillo again, underworld, not as theraputic as white noise was for me. but obviously a work of staggering genius and all that.
listening to neil young, the national, and the shitty radio.
school is good. it's looking more possible for me to be able to plan a week in advance what I'll be doing in any given class. for the last three weeks everything has pretty much been a day in advance.
there are many small projects that I seem to love during the week and absolutely unable to contemplate on the weekend. little by little we toil and whittle.
there have been many 'I love being a teacher' moments so far. oddly, most of these moments are instances where I should be "disciplining" the "child" but I usually just don't have the stomach for that kind of thing.
for example, an outcast type guy who is smaller and darker than most of the other students was following along with the class as we read through a textbook about design. I was watching this student because I like him and he's funny to watch. we were all reading and following along together, and I look at this kid and completely out of no where his boook flies out of his hands and he is ejected from his chair, landing with a resonant thump he and the chair on the hardwood floor. I have no clue to the cause of this event. I should have said, don't fall out of your chair but I just laughed and laughed because he really just flew for no reason.
this particular student has a savage intensity about him. and I mean savage, like he's tapped in to some spring of primitive man, hearing the call of genetic urges to bite and pound and grunt. I really like this kid and he will make me good art.
another time I overheard someone quoting too loudly wayne's world, "if you were ice cream, you'd be pralines and dick!" and I had to crack up because really that's a great line.
discipline is a weird thing in the classroom, especially considering some of the things we've been known to do on the weekends and what not... I really have no mind of any type of "moral" code in the class room. I can make no appeal to right/wrong in almost every case. I guess this is the libertarian in me. the best I can conjure is an abstracted concept of professionalism, which I try to express by telling kids that school is their job and we run a 'professional' environment at this job. is 'professionalism' the new morality?
talked to AJ hurt last day, he in iraq(u) dusty and hot me in nm clean and hot. good work, that one. safe wishes out there.
had a sweaty and grinding session of distortion structured loosely around "cowgirl in the sand" last night, mostly pick scrapes and jibs in Am pentatonic but also some F maj all over the fret board wrists soar and right hand sensing the magnetic field it was gyrating within. I love the electric therapy.
my lunch at the school today consisted of 5 chewy moz sticks and peaches. this is our culinary program.
reading delillo again, underworld, not as theraputic as white noise was for me. but obviously a work of staggering genius and all that.
listening to neil young, the national, and the shitty radio.
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