I woke up with a very sore throat. I’ve been battling this bad boy for three days with sleep, vitamin C, soup, and warm beverages. The sore throat finally won.
Fortunately, I feel fine in most other aspects. A little run down, but that’s to be expected. Unfortunately, I just tried talking to Tim and my voice is almost gone.
Teaching without a voice is one of the hardest things a teacher ever has to do. You don’t really realize how many things a teacher uses her voice to do until she doesn’t have one anymore. Instruct, sure, but also for classroom management among other things. I can only hope I’ve cultivated enough of a relationship with my students that they will know what to do if I write it on the board and not argue with me.
Luckily, I’ve spent a lot of time this year working on my version of The Look. You know the one. It’s surprisingly effective with not much effort.
“Most guys, we can recite all of The Godfather, we can recite all of Caddyshack, we can do those kinds of things. Women, by and large, can’t. You guys can say “you complete me”, and that’s about it. And I think it’s because in the history of movies, there have been fewer quotable lines spoken by actresses than actors.”— Aaron Sorkin (follow and join the #LadiesinFilm tag on Twitter to prove him wrong with quotable lines from women across film history. It also occurs to me that if there is any truth to this, Mr. Sorkin, it’s because dudes like you have absolutely no idea how to write for women and dudes like you systematically step on the throats of women writers by spewing sexist crap like this.)
“If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can’t see how beautiful it really is.”—Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (via bookmania)
I did something similar right before 25. May of 1990 is when I left home and my hometown, and set off for the big city (Chicago) with nothing except a desire to convert to Judaism. I had few possessions and no money to speak of. I was 5 months shy of my 25th birthday and, looking back through 46 year old bifocaled eyes, was well and truly a reckless fool. :)
At 24, I quit a really good (read: steady) job in a crappy economy to move home (without the promise of another job, though I did find one later) and start grad school. I think, if you’ve attended undergrad or graduated high school, you jump out into the world, ready to take it by the horns and jump into whatever profession finds you. Then, after a few years, you go find your profession. The one you really want. You focus your search and discover more about yourself, allowing yourself to make better decisions.
“They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via bookmania)
There is a good chance I was a little over-excited about the new iPhone and tried to set it up and use it without really setting it up with a backup of my other phone. So, now I think I got it. Be prepared for questions I’ll ask Siri and her answers. I’m very excited. :)
And I actually feel awful. It’s not the kind of sick where you just want to curl up and die, but it’s the kind of sick where I feel fine if I’m sitting here, but I feel like I’ll pass out when I move even a little bit.
So, today will probably be full of catching up on emails and some GAB Book Club work (hint - I’m interviewing the team behind the book!), doing some paid writing, and playing around with my new iPhone that the apartment complex office signed for yesterday but didn’t notify me was delivered. This is the second time they’ve done this with a package.
And maybe I’ll spend some time looking for houses because I just hate this place so much.
It sounds like I’m going to be productive, but this probably isn’t actually going to be the case. I’m just trying not to sleep all day so I can sleep tonight and go back to work tomorrow, and these are all things I can do that a) do not promote sleep and b) do not require movement.
“Darling, in that absolute darkness,
why did you try to hide it, when I knew,
by the way your finger twitched
inside my palm, that you were smiling?”—Ocean Vuong, from “In Defense of Poverty” (adapted from sharingpoetry)