King of Carrot Flowers.

“When you were young you were the King of carrot flowers,

And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees,

In holy rattlesnakes that fell all round your feet.

And this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you,

And from above you how I sank into your soul,

Into that secret place where no-one dares to go.”

~Neutral Milk Hotel

Awhile ago I was chatting with a guy who had these song lyrics on his profile. This must have been a year ago maybe. The lyrics stuck with me and the other day I searched for them and found them…

…for some reason they appeal to me. Is that weird that certain word phrases do that for me?

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Today I gave my writing students an assignment–write and perform a play. I expected grumbles and complaints–I got students motivated and a lot of “cool” and “this will be fun.” Enthusiasm in high schoolers? Nope. Can’t have it. I couldn’t believe how interested they were in the assignment. They surprised me. It’s cool to see interest when it relates to writing and English. Today after watching my students work quietly on the Julius Caesar assignment, I couldn’t help but think that my students actually seem to like English class. If things are made into a game, are flashy or talked about using their terminology, they seem more interested. That’s the trick. Finding out how to reach them.

And I’m finally getting into the swing of things in my other classes. It takes awhile. I think it took me awhile to figure out exactly what each class needed and how they needed to be taught. For me to get comfortable with all of them and for them to get comfortable with me. There are slight difference to all of the classes and within them in each student. They are like little puzzles.

It was good to be back at school again.

I did miss my students. Well, some of them.

I miss the feeling of having things go right–a well planned lessons, students who care, skills learned. It’s an amazing feeling. Makes me wonder why more people aren’t teachers. Then I read my prior entry I know why.

I want to go play Solitare with R.

Enough for now.

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you and your crazy solitare…glad your teaching is going well

December 9, 2002

my friend got really interested in a play he wrote because he had to do casting as well. for him to find someone who put as much care and emotion into a character as he already had. i’m a teacher as well, but definitely differet subject – college physics. so i have great respect for all teachers =) good luck!

i kid you not…i was just listening to that song ten minutes ago. not many people know it. how very odd…