if you take the time to watch this, an excerpt of arne duncan's interview, make sure you read the comments too.
my weekend started surprisingly well. when i came home from school on friday, my boys all took me out to dinner, which was lovely. today i got cards and chocolate, a call from the girl who couldn't be home with us this weekend, and hubby made steaks on the grill with baked potatoes.
all and all a lovely weekend. i got next to nothing done in terms of being productive, and tomorrow after school i start my spring class out at the college.
so all in all i'm just going to savor the winding down of the weekend.
Word Count: 485
Spoilers: Post-ep for The Critic in the Cabernet.
Author’s Notes: My first Bones fic. Thanks to Eva for the quick beta and the encouragement, and as always, all mistakes remaining remain mine.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Bones and everyone and everything in it belong to FOX, Hart Hanson, and Kathy Reichs. No copyright infringement intended. There is definitely no money being made.
( Spatial Disorientation )
finally got to watch bones and whoa! god, how much do i love this show. it just hums, pitch perfect and spot on with the dialogue and the character beats and every single one of them is just so fucking perfect. bones and booth. bones, booth, and sweets. angela and hodgins. and cam? i adore cam.
and the end? oh, god. poor booth. poor brennan. just perfect.
and the countdown is on for the return of burn notice. *doeshappyhappydanceofjoy* i am in heaven. :)
add to that the meeting after school once again asking us what we can do, how we can work harder to get these kids who do nothing in class to pass and i'm just over the edge. i don't have a lot right now to spare for them when i'm busting ass trying to get the kids who really try but have problems ready for the end of the year and a killer final.
because i am exhausted. and i'm exhausted all the time, from the time i wake up until the time i go to bed. and i can barely do anything but drag my sorry ass off to work and then back home again. i am sick and tired of being sick and tired. epic fail, indeed.
anyway, i'm feeling like posting some road trip fic with the girls...aeryn, vala, and sam in cam's black mustang. yes, it's part of my crossover phase. it's either that or x-files/farscape or my other sg-1/farscape series.
it's getting dark and cooler now and tomorrow looms large as we continue the countdown of mondays until the end of the year. there are five after tomorrow, but that last one is for finals week which is only three days.
still, it's just a bit too much as i have not even given a moments thought as to what we'll be doing tomorrow. i just know that tuesday i'm out of the classroom so that i can sit on the supreme court and hear cases for the mock trial class. so i'll have to do the sub plans at some point.
this weekend was exhausting, running around campus to the various receptions and celebrations on friday night. but in the midst of all the uncertainty of these extraordinary times, it was so very deeply moving to watch and listen to the celebration of these students who have already persevered and overcome, in a lot of cases, significant obstacles and who face challenges yet unseen.
and i can't tell you how deeply, incredibly moved i was today, when i sat under the sun and blue sky with 40,000 other proud parents and families in the big house, and watched my little girl graduate.
hail to the victors, indeed.
the board has decided to close four buildings and pink slip teachers and various and sundry support staff. kids are losing it at the end of a long, long year. two hour meeting after school today. parent-teacher conferences tomorrow night.
i haven't been able to write a thing not school related in forever. i haven't read anything not school related in about that long. and while i thought i hadn't decided whether or not to post any of my fic here, while i was trolling through my stuff between bouts of grading, i thought why not?
so here it is. crossover farscape/firefly fic from my fic writing days gone by.
( Fly Me to the Moons )
For your continued inspiration - From the
Poem a Day site: Did I Miss Anything?
Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here
we sat with our hands folded on our desks
in silence, for the full two hours
Everything. I gave an exam worth
40 percent of the grade for this term
and assigned some reading due today
on which I’m about to hand out a quiz
worth 50 percent
Nothing. None of the content of this course
has value or meaning
Take as many days off as you like:
any activities we undertake as a class
I assure you will not matter either to you or me
and are without purpose
Everything. A few minutes after we began last time
a shaft of light suddenly descended and an angel
or other heavenly being appeared
and revealed to us what each woman or man must do
to attain divine wisdom in this life and
This is the last time the class will meet
before we disperse to bring the good news to all people
Nothing. When you are not present
how could something significant occur?
Everything. Contained in this classroom
is a microcosm of human experience
assembled for you to query and examine and ponder
This is not the only place such an opportunity has been
but it was one place
And you weren't here.
since thursday i have done basically nothing but go to work on friday and criss-cross the state moving kids from their college lives to back home. i've logged maybe 500 miles in that time and really enjoyed not having to do anything but drive. i have no headache and no balled up muscle driving shards of pain through my left shoulder blade.
though i'm sure that will change by the time i drag my sorry self out of bed tomorrow for another monday morning in our countdown to the end of the year.
i've been trolling my old lj entries wondering if i should import my journal, if i can figure out how to do that, or not and just consider this a whole new thing. and i've been wondering if i should post any of my old fic here as some of it really isn't posted anywhere else. i have farscape and sg-1 fic in my files.
and since i haven't been able to write a damn thing lately, with the online course eating my brain, old fic is all i have to offer, in case anyone is interested.
thank god is right. another week closer to the end. pink slips went out to the non-tenured teachers today, as required. how many are recalled depends on which plan for closing buildings/reassigning teachers is adopted by the school board at their meeting next week. also up for debate is privatization of custodial staff and bus drivers based on consolidating routes. needless to say, there are a lot of unhappy campers in our little district.
but this came in our email today and presents the six phases of teaching. i think i vascillate between stage five and six.
...and i was able to see it, during the daylight hours that i normally don't,
i can't even muster up the will to worry about what my classroom looked like at the end of the day or what i'll see when i go in tomorrow. i'll just bask in the glow for a little while longer.
but today i simply had it. my head has ached for what seems like weeks now and i have a shooting pain through my left shoulder blade from where the muscle is balled up and i can't get it to un-ball.
this is an ugly time of the year, and it's even more so given the economic realities of the day. but honestly, i simply can't force myself to go in. so i sat in my room until six tonight getting everything ready for my unscheduled day off, where i will attempt to at least get some rest if nothing else.
i can teach. i can teach anyone who wants to learn. i can even make people who thought they didn't like learning or history rethink that. but i can't learn for them and i can't make them learn if they truly have chosen not to. there has to be an alternative for those people choosing that path.
producing a generation of students who choose not to learn or choose to fail because they will not/cannot choose to engage is a cultural and a social issue that cannot be remedied in the twelve weeks i have a student in my room.
i need some help there.
right now i'm sitting here losing my voice. never a good thing when you are narrating slldeshows for an online class you're putting together. who thought this would be a good idea, again? yep, that was me. stoooooooooooooooooooooopid. *bangsheadondesk*
also thinking about maybe signing up for the remix again this year. i enjoyed it the last (and only) time i did it. and since i don't feel like writing any fic for my fandom/forum to post, why not?
feel free to give me a reason, though. :)
it was a lovely day today, sun shining and warm, and it was friday even if that means my break is almost over and i'm faced with going back to school on monday. i just have so much to do. oy. i'm worse than the kids.
and i'm feeling kinda antsy and between chairs as it were, feeling out of love with my fannish pursuits and a dead/dying/dysfunctional fandom and looking for something else to engage me.
so jpmorgan chase posted a 2.1 billion dollar profit for the first quarter after charging off six billion in bad loans and after taking twenty-five billion in bailout bucks. meanwhile, unemployment went over six million, with my state leading the charge with the highest jump in numbers of claims. the numbers boggle.
besides that, i can't get my markup/cut tags to work and am tired of *bangingmyheadonmydesk*.
so i am sorely in need of some reading material, as i'm tired of writing curriculum and the online course, fic or otherwise; any reccs/suggestions?