Tuesday, February 24, 2009

This is what I taught today.

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

~John Donne

It was hard. But tomorrow I'm showing Wit, with Emma Thompson, which has direct ties to Donne's poetry. Have you seen it? It's intense. Not exactly popcorn-fare, but gripping. I rewatched it last night to prep before I show my seniors. Well done, but weighty.

So, I helped some teens muddle through a little Metaphysical poetry, finished my disco dance, griped about students with other teachers at lunch, taught a dance piece to a Journey song (don't stop... believin'...) and a Lady Gaga song, picked up Buddy, picked up Ad, and checked Facebook. Aren't you glad I listed all that out for you? Gee, I am sure interesting lately. I've been thinking of changing the name of this blog to "list of things I did today," or maybe "Heather's list of complaints." I'll do better tomorrow. I swear. I realize I need to bring my "A" game. I'm going give tomorrow's post some good thought beforehand. No more of this laundry list of what I did all day crap.

I think I just need a rest. The kids are screaming at each other since we got home. I can just tell it's going to be ugly all night. I need to go lock myself in a room before I explode. I never understood why my mom did that when we were bad. It suddenly seems to make a ton of sense.

Ugh. I seem to be having some kind of cortical node malfunction. If you need me, I'll be regenerating in my alcove.

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