Day 132: I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.

I read Sonnet 132 on the bus this morning, before checking in with Ms. Deveneau. After she walked me through the process of conducting a binder check and let me help her with her stack of AP US History (APUSH) binders, I chatted with Nizar for a while before crafting a few bowls in the studio.

At 10:50, I went to the period 3 APUSH class and answered their questions on how to approach the free response question (historical essay) they will be writing in class tomorrow.

I helped a friend with an essay for the rest of the period, crafting more bowls as she read it aloud to me.

I got a little cray-cray with today's creations.

Before lunch, Ms. Cardone and I had the most beautiful conversation, which left me bowled over (no pun intended) with optimism and idealism.

At 1:30, I visited the other section of APUSH to share the same insight I had  bestowed upon their peers in the morning. This class gave me a round of applause after my talk -- thanks, period 5!


After making a few more bowls, I paid the Latin teachers a visit in room B-235 before receiving an amazing musical compliment from Adam Cleland (thanks, man!) and bounding, beaming, to the bus.

Back home, I quickly changed before tea with Anne Marie, Taylor, Claire, and Christine. It was lovely to see these Latinate ladies all home from college.


Delirious with exhaustion, Mama and I then headed to the mall to pick up a few last things Priya will need on her dog sledding expedition to Maine later this week.

We are on our way home now, where I will take a look at another sister's essay before turning in for the night!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Bygones -- by Marina Keegan

Image
I had a dream the other night that I was checking my email. That dream sucks. And woke to woes of seniors writing love songs for tomorrow and Tomorrow and the melodies That flirt us forward, whispering the next thing and the next thing and  – so we beat on birds flocking south until we circle round and realize maybe maybe all that running wasn’t worth it. Maybe we should build a cabin. Or teach high school. Or use our hands. My palms are smooth as words – Weak with fashion and double spaces. I want everyone else’s club and job and class The grass I sleep in always browner than Than that around erasing dreams To sit and breathe because you Only bank for two years then it's over And twenty two is nothing new It’s just another chance to build For when we’re twenty three And twenty four And time begins to sell for more than Any 9 a.m. to never. We’re not stuck. That's the thing, we're not stuck. We owe no o
Read more

Din 227: “God took his time making you.”

Image
I awoke this morning to the sound of my students -- what could be better? We started today’s class with 15 minutes of Anapana (the first step of Vipassana meditation), which is designed to concentrate the mind. I have never seen meditators more still or focused than these children! After teaching them the technique, I told them we would be starting every class like this from now on. Meditation is a wonderful tool they can take with them wherever they go, and they are lucky to be starting at such a young age! As the class broke into groups and started practicing numbers for our upcoming Variety Show, I caught up with a few students. Vandna, a sophomore and our oldest student, was supposed to pick her academic stream (cf. major) a few weeks ago, but had been waiting for my return to consult me before making her final decision. She is most interested in commerce and dreams of holding a high position at a bank one day, but her family is advising her to take liberal arts, which has le
Read more

PSYCHED for summer!

Image
The last few days have been emotional with packing and moving and no more exams and lots more goodbyes. Wednesday night we threw a fabulous surprise farewell party for a very oblivious Reylon, with many of his closest friends and entrywaymates turning out to shower him with love, song, and pizza. Yesterday came my last exam of the year, a truly tragic event -- I stayed in my Latin classroom until the very last possible moment, twiddling my thumbs and staring at my professor and trying to draw out my freshman year as long as possible. I cried when I turned in my test and left the room. In the evening, the Opportunes had our last private gig of the season at the Faculty Club (throwback to our first gig this year!), where our beautiful seniors performed their last public rendering of "Midnight Train to Georgia" amidst laughs from the audience and tears from Bernie. After a night of packing and snacking and New Girl , I fell asleep hoping to stay in
Read more