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Wednesday, October 13, 2004
So today, then:
Driving home, listening to The Arcade Fire. There's a tanker truck in front of me. Someone has defaced the warning above one of the gauges on the back of the truck to change it from NO GLOVES to NO LOVE .
One good minute.
Driving home, listening to The Arcade Fire. There's a tanker truck in front of me. Someone has defaced the warning above one of the gauges on the back of the truck to change it from NO GLOVES to NO LOVE .
One good minute.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
So today, then:
Got an email saying I had a new girl added to one of my classes. She stands waiting while I wrangle the fifteen-year-old hormones into a managable mess. She's nervous, maybe because she's new to the school, but maybe also because she moved to the United States from Lithuania not-so-long ago. So she stands, nervous. I get the others moving and finally make my way back to her.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," I say. It's my first year and I only swim as far as I can see, I want to tell her.
She smiles, terrified.
"We're reading Of Mice and Men. It's a book."
She's not an idiot, sir.
"We're already 80 pages in, out of 100. It'd be pretty hard for you to catch up at this point."
And she can grab a hold of the free pass I'm dangling. In fact, she could probably skate by for a week or two and blame me later.
"I will try very hard," she says.
One good minute.
Got an email saying I had a new girl added to one of my classes. She stands waiting while I wrangle the fifteen-year-old hormones into a managable mess. She's nervous, maybe because she's new to the school, but maybe also because she moved to the United States from Lithuania not-so-long ago. So she stands, nervous. I get the others moving and finally make my way back to her.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," I say. It's my first year and I only swim as far as I can see, I want to tell her.
She smiles, terrified.
"We're reading Of Mice and Men. It's a book."
She's not an idiot, sir.
"We're already 80 pages in, out of 100. It'd be pretty hard for you to catch up at this point."
And she can grab a hold of the free pass I'm dangling. In fact, she could probably skate by for a week or two and blame me later.
"I will try very hard," she says.
One good minute.
