Sundry Reading.
John Connolly: The Book of Lost Things
Read the entire thing in one night - fantastic story and a great follow-up to the Rushdie novel I just finished.Jeanette Winterson: Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
I blame this for the July 1st insomnia fest.Mark Kurlansky: Salt: A World History
An interesting take on history - though not as good as _Cod_.Tod Wodicka: All Shall Be Well; and All Shall Be Well; and All Manner of Things Shall Be Well
"I really couldn't tell you what obscure sect of Christianity Heather and her mother subscribe to. (During the flight, the little girl had been inconsolable, convinced that the turbulence was caused by the aircraft 'running over angels.')" - Hilarity.
I'm the life of every party.
- This is the story of a hurricane...
and the anonymous blog of a high school English teacher with a serious caffeine problem and mild grammatical deficiencies.
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Biography
I Teach Kids(!?)
I started this nonsense in May of 2007 upon making the catastrophic decision to graduate and seek employment. Since having an MA in English made me slightly overqualified for my dream job at Starbucks, I joined a large-scale educational recruitment agency and moved to New Orleans, LA to start my illustrious career as a tenth grade language arts teacher or bad ass grammarian ass whooper – dependent on who you ask.
This blog is entirely anonymous so I can say ridiculous things about other people’s children without getting in trouble, and also so I can talk about being a giant lesbian without having my tires slashed in the parking lot. I once had grand aspirations towards making a detailed dramatis personae to make identification of recurring characters more simplistic, but a turkey sandwich and miller high life kept distracting me so I toddled off to get fat instead.
More about me: Once upon a time I went to college. There I learned important skills such as how to explicate the bird imagery in Renaissance drama and survive off of Lucky Charms. Following college I attended graduate school where I learned how to love the sound of my own voice. These days I stand in front of sixth graders and try to make them history even though I'm entirely unqualified to be teaching tiny people about the ways of the world. When I’m not teaching, dreading the thought of teaching, telling stories about teaching, or wishing I wasn’t teaching, I make inappropriate comments to this really pretty girl who swears she wants to marry me even though she’s met my mother and knows how this will turn out.
