SoCal girl here (born & raised), never use the of.
It’s beautiful there. You hit it on such a gorgeous day!
It’s stunning at Christmas time with all the lights.
Riverside?
Comedies: Twelfth Night & Much Ado About Nothing. Tragedy: Hamlet.
Yep. Every time.
Reminds me of the first time I ate coconut cake. Boy did I love all that flaked coconut on the frosting. Boy did I get a fright.
Orwell was so prescient. I remember reading 1984 in high school & thinking, wow he's so pessimistic about humans. Now, in term 2, I realize he was realistic about man's evil tendencies.
All I know is that I'm living, I'm trying to make a difference, but it's so hard to breathe and feel joy.
There’s a person named Eunice?
It is a lot.
Today called for homemade buttermilk biscuits with butter and homemade jam.
Did not disappoint!
Time for chin scratches.
Today, having students pick up trash as discipline is considered corporal punishment. No can do. It’s awful. Most students have no sense of responsibility & some have no idea how to clean. I’ve had students volunteer to sweep but have no idea how a broom & dustpan even works.
I remember endless days of smog alerts & incessant coughing due to flaring asthma. NOT fun times.
Good advice.
Recently purchased the reissue. It’s beautiful.
It’s also one of my favorite stories.
My cat is partial to the box that my Mason/Ball jelly jars come in. It’s the perfect size.
I love his name. Makes me want to watch Arabic & Old Lace again. CHARGE!
I wish my cat loved snuggling. She’s pretty aloof. Enjoy the purrs.
Try coffee.
Don’t rush.
Oh, I think I can make it! I love Vromans!
I get that! When I visited my friends & their kids were around, I was constantly slapping my hand over my mouth and saying "Oops, I'm sorry!" The youngest would pull out the swear jar to collect donations. Luckily my friends were pretty chill and I wasn't banned from being around their kids.
#Caturday
Callie is undecided about making friends with Hannah. Hannah just wants a playmate.
Highest compliment I’ve received was when I was several feet behind a student & his mom while walking into school. He pointed to the library on the second floor and said, “I really like the librarian. She is so kind.” I almost started crying on the spot.
When I get discouraged, I remember this.
My dad has dementia. So he will ask over and over again about a friend or family member and each time we tell him the friend or family member has passed away, he grieves anew. It took over a year for him to remember his brother died.
It’s heartbreaking to see.
I miss story telling time when my family gets together. My younger cousins are not as interested in our family’s oral traditions. One by one, the older generation is leaving us.
I now understand why my Nana used to get sad at Christmas. She was remembering all who weren’t there anymore.
That sounds hunkie-dunkie!
I once had a student who complained he couldn’t read very well and I told him to imagine I was reading out loud to him. It worked! I still wonder to this day, if when he reads, he hears my voice.
I think they behaved better because if anyone noticed, they all would have been kicked out!
I was once absent from school and the teacher using the library left it open at nutrition & lunch. Apparently, the kids went about business as usual. Someone left me a stack of books to be returned & a stack with post-its & names to be checked out! My usual kids said everyone behaved well.
My friend is a college professor teaching film, screenwriting, and acting. He’s astounded that most of his students have rarely read a novel cover to cover!
The newer teachers feel too pressured to try and tackle a novel. Our more experienced English teachers still get at least 1-2 novels in per year.
Only a handful of our students read novels for fun.
It’s depressing for the former English teachers currently librarian.
