Pretty neat day today. I wasn't looking forward to it at all, as I had 4 periods of teaching stacked up like cordwood before the noon whistle. Plus, I was scheduled for a supervision this morning. But somehow it was not awful. My homeroom behaved themselves reasonably well; my demon class (also the one supervised) were little angels out of concern for me; and my wonderful French Immersion class was - well, wonderful, of course. It was a hard day, but it gave me the kind of hard satisfaction I used to get last year from a highschool class: I was doing a difficult job for unusual rewards. In other words, it didn't suck today, and I'm eternally grateful for that. Even SuperTeacher was happy with me...she remarked that today was the first day I moved with a teacher's body language, and she was just tickled that I had managed this trick.
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Let's see, what can I talk about that won't be immediately redacted? It's hard to find a topic that isn't directly tied to practicum. I feel like I'm a robot clanking from place to place, pushing lessons into the brain-holes of unsuspecting pre-teens. Oh, the mental image I spawn in the unsuspecting. Or should I say, the metal image...
"What did you call me?"
"A robo - you know, a robot hobo."
"Oh. I thought you called me a romo."
- futurama
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4 years ago today: Within a half an hour, I was on the outside of a fifth of a mickey of vodka and Comrade Jenn was measuring my tattoo
