No really, I did

The Creative Writing Festival is going on at OCU. I love it, I'm glad we do it, I got sick the night before it officially started. Yesterday, against my better judgment, I decided to go to one of the workshops instead of just going home. Bad idea. I ended up writing a sort of poem about snot. Yes, snot. Not only did I write, I read it aloud. I stood in front of people and read a sort of poem about snot. As far as reading goes, once one person went, they called on someone else. I got called on third. I passed, but the gal running the workshop, Diane Glancy, said to just go. I said, "You asked for it," as I made my way to the podium.

Before I started she said, "Now when you get to the podium, you must say "This is good."

I laughed. And then I tried to make excuses. I said this is good for me being heavily medicated. And then I couldn't believe it as my mouth started to open and the words I'd written down were coming out. I finished...and I'm pretty sure everyone in the room understood my apprehensions. Not only was my poem about snot, it was about nothing that the workshop had been working towards. Yes!

My mind hasn't worked in three days. All I can think about is the immense amount of material coming out of my face, and how for three days now, well today makes four, I've really been fearful of my head exploding.

The moral of this story...Don't go anywhere when you're not in complete control of yourself, especially when you'd be better off at home resting, rather than trying to tap the creative genius that is drowning in mucus.

(She shakes her head.)

Ears are ringing

I have that weird delay between brain and outside world right now. I think it's because my whole head is stuffed up. I haven't been this kind of sick in a long time. I slept on two pillows last night so I could breathe. Anywho...

23 days until graduation! YES! 11 days until I start my first official teaching job! YES! YES! I met with the principal at Northwest Classen a week ago today. They need a long-term substitute through the end of the year. She wanted me as soon as I could get in, but I still had two weeks of student teaching left. She tried everything she could with my professors to see if they would let me transfer the last of my student teaching over to Northwest, she even volunteered to be my advisor. It ended up not being something that could happen, and so I wait. Of all of my countdowns, my favorite is 8 more days of student teaching - only six school days. I just look forward to being in my own classroom with my own students, even though my first shot at that is going to be different as I'm taking over for the last six weeks of school. I like different...I love it, and I love the school I'm going to be at. The principal also said that at the end of the school year we can see if it's something I'd like to do next year. I would LOVE to, but there are a lot of if a teacher with seniority in the district wants the job. First-year teachers can be moved around a lot. I've been making mental lists of things I need to dry erase markers! And randomly wonderful art and a bigger collection of great short stories to read. SO MANY THINGS!


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