I had a great summer. So much so, that I have grudgingly accepted the inevitable fate of Christmas looming in the distance. It hops with clenched, giddy, excitement as I smack it away, "Cut that out." I don't want to get too involved with all of this just yet. I'm still digesting the fact we are living in a new city. We have yet to finish painting our walls!
The absurdity of me starting my second year of teacher has not passed unnoticed. It is new, but not new. I am a grade 7 homeroom teacher. Rather than taking this as a demotion, I consider it knighthood, although I am still trying to conjure any glimpse of Mother Hen within me during intense meditation sessions. Their gangly bodies, toothy grins, handmedown sweatpants only seem to stir moments of sympathy for them. Sympathy is miles from concern, but it's a start. I guess.
I purchased Underoath's latest endeavour yesterday. Of course, this is nothing short of trying a new exotic cheese. Nibbling, whittling, it is taking a while to take it in. Any nuance must be appreciated. I will be the first to admit that hardcore is noisy and granular. But sickly sweet religious cliched music taints any message or intent. Consider this a turpentine one can gargle. Their honesty, their heart wrenching honesty is what keeps me coming back for more and more. For those already familiar to Underoath's music, it is a progressive step in a good direction (a hint of Radiohead? etc). For pete's sake, even their album art blows me away.
Get a taste here or a creepier taste here (but let's be honest, that's pretty good for a toothandnail video).
Teaching senior high art is phenomenal. Imagine lecturing about something you are passionate about... with a mouth full of wool. Now imagine lecturing without the muffling effect of the fluff and think of what people would hear and understand now. This is what is happening in my class now, rather than rolling, bored eyes, I get nods of understanding and comments of appreciation! Awesome awesome awesome.
In the end, I am ready to be challenged. I will shake this red cape vigorously. He has brought me to the stadium for this.
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Now, here is I picture I remember -- the gangly, angular and noisy sweatpant wearing ones of Junior High. Except that was you... at Grad... from Bethany.
Oh the joy to see a former chick spread his wings and fly smack into the hen house that is Junior High.
I emplore you to ride on "Frozone" They need more super heroes like you.
i would reply. but i have NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE.
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