Thursday is my busiest teaching day, but I like it and especially now as Christmas vacation just wound up being too long for my taste, I was without gainful employment for two weeks + and starting to get bored with sitting around the house getting stoned all day. Yesterday was my first day back at work, and Wednesdays I’m finished by 1:30.
Thursday morning starts at 7 a.m. which means I get up at 5:30 and it’s still dark out when I arrive at my first class. That’s an easy lesson, though, one student, pleasant, easy to talk to, and when I leave there at eight it is light and the day is just beginning.
I have an hour and forty minutes to get to my next class and it takes about an hour but there is a mall right there and a McDonald’s in that mall and I do like their breakfasts, so that has become part of my routine. For metro, tram and McDonald’s time I am currently reading Norman Mailer’s “Armies of the Night,” which I should have read four decades ago, when it was relevant, but it’s a nostalgic look back, a reminder that nothing has really changed, and better late than never. I think it’s a bit pompous of old Norman Mailer to write about himself in the 3rd person, like Bob Dole, but it’s different and it works for this book.
That class is at a school and it is four classes back to back, two of them are absolutely beautiful experiences with bright, imaginative, participatory students. The other two, blessedly, are small.
After that, I just have time to nip back home and grab a quick bite for lunch before I’m off to my pre-school ‘class,’ which is down to 3 students and today there were only two. I thought it might go smoothly because just the two girls were there, but they had their minds set on misbehaving right from the get go. They are 4 and 5. It’s no surprise but, still, it was a bleak spot in an otherwise pleasant day.
Then met Helena at our favorite Italian restaurant for dinner, and here we are. Another blog written, another day gone.
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