Oomph! I’m getting to this post about an hour late. Major bummer. I’m hoping to write more this week– I have some posts I have in mind, but I want to keep this short and sweet since I have much work to do.
I am currently listening to this:
Fun, possibly unknown fact about me: I have a secret love for Bluegrass, Americana, Folk, and Country music. I had a bff from the corps from Dallas who loved country (hey Stu, if you read this). I also briefly dated a jazz saxophonist from Tennessee. While the relationship lasted barely a month and the residual feelings and heart-broken poetry for a year or so after that, the affinity for all things from the Appalachian mountains remains strong.
I was listening to this song while running home today, and realized how beautiful the simplicity of this song is. Unlike the (often pretentious) indie music that populated much of my college days, there is an element of narrative that I really love in this music. It’s not asking you to parse through three layers of metaphor to understand it, it merely says: here is my heart, here is how it feels, here are those feelings to music.
Now, as an English teacher (and former English major), I love metaphor. I love parsing through layers of metaphor. Sometimes, though, I think it’s good to push as a writer for some emotional honesty. It might be “on the nose,” yes, but sometimes that truth is the most beautiful thing you can give.
On the teaching front, today was my first day back in the classroom after break, and I think it went well! My 7th graders are going to be reading Ominvore’s Dilemma, and so we started talking about food deserts. I have a lot of resources to use, so that should work. Clint Smith, a teacher, fellow TFA alumnus, and of course poet whose work I love, has a great poem on food deserts, so we’ll be watching that tomorrow.
My 9th graders are going to be reading The Count of Monte Cristo, and I found a great teaching resource to set it up as a mock trial. The kids seemed SUPER hyped, and when I @mentioned the teacher on twitter, she offered her help! Yay!
Over the weekend, my amazing guy and I decided to adventure to commemorate my last day of break. He is the bee’s knees and that’s all I have to say about him.
Anyway, that’s what I got right now. Posts I am thinking about:
- Why I Stopped Timing My Runs
- On Spartan Bodies and Fitness
- Running Through Pain and Letting Go of Fear