I don't want to say too much because my district is pretty weird about teachers posting things online, but I just have to say that I think I lied to my students today.
I started teaching my British Literature course to a group of seniors. I might have told them that I love British literature (Beowulf included). That's not entirely true. But if your teacher has a passion for it, its much easier to like it yourself. Right?
Maybe I can love it by the end of the semester.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
When Chris got home from work yesterday morning, he asked me if I was excited about the snow that was coming our way. I hadn't heard anything about snow, and had actually thought that it felt rather nice outside as I went to the gym. But, sure enough, we got snow.
It has been a long time since I had a snow day (Houston isn't known for its blizzards). I love the look of snow; I love the smell of snow--yes, it has a smell; I love the sound of snow; I love it all. I'm sure then when I lived in Colorado and Utah, I got sick of snow, but I don't remember those times.
I remember getting stuck leaving the school parking lot on an early-release snow day and having to call my parents to come pick us up from the church building. I remember trying to escape a boring activity at church by trudging outside in knee-deep snow. I remember times when roommates and I played in the snow (and some injured themselves in the process). I remember walking to campus and listening to the hushed sound of snow blanketing the ground.
And most of all, I remember the feeling of watching the news to see that school was canceled for the day. In Colorado, this usually means a good 8 inches over night, but here in Charlotte, it means any accumulation.
The best thing about being a teacher is that I never have to let go of my love for snow days. Chris complained that his job doesn't stop for snow--in fact they probably get busier.
Unfortunately, I have gotten so old that I couldn't fall back asleep this morning. (Hence, the darkness of the pictures.) And, I am actually sitting here at the computer doing work--well, I will be as soon as I am done blogging.