(British) Literature, Literature (for Adolescence), (American) Literature

My one o'clock class was cancelled. The 2nd of the 2 of the classes that I really enjoy on Monday and Wednesdays. Literature for Adolescence. I climbed three flights of stairs only to see the posting. I had been two doors down for my eleven o'clock class and did not see this sign. But I have to climb those same three flights to pludge to my two o'clock. Skipping sounds very appealing at the moment. Two o'clock is early American Lit with is really, really reminding me of Mrs. Cockill's class, for the reasons I didn't want to remember about that class. This professor, it seems, likes to hear her own voice and be right. All the time. All. The. Time. It drives me batty. I know that this is the stuff that we HAVE to read for early American Literature, but it's so dull. But it's all that's there. I'm determined as a teacher to teach what I can stand of this, and let the history books do the rest. That's all the literature is from that era is recorded history. Dry. Dull. I'll take Beowulf any day!

Speaking of, that's what my first paper is on coming up for my British Lit class. We have one translations of Beowulf in our books, but we have to find another one and compare the two. Fully opinion (which is my kind of paper!), and I can get one paper out of the way early. This is the third time I've studied Beowulf, so if I don't have it now, I never will! (Once in HS, once in Intro to Lit @ NW, and now!)

For art, I'm needing to find a current event to do a presentation on. But we can't repeat someone else's presentation. I don't present until October 26... I think that I'll have to wait until like the 20th to even pick a topic and hope that no one takes it between then and the 26th.

Jessica-- You may think I was a little harsh on the iPod peeps... but I have yet to get one iPod-listening-messenger-bag-toting-soul to make eye contact. No, not one. No, not one. You, my dear friend, seem to be an exceptional person, but then, you knew that.

Danielle-- Yes, yes, I'm getting old. The big 2-3. That's way old. But then it's not the number. It's the mentality, I think. I again heard a drunken weekend story that I believe would have abhorred my conscience being 3-4 years ago. A story of strippers in one hotel room and "girls gone wild" in the other. Chills down my spine. Great nipple story to you though.

I'm wearing my "Mom" bracelet today. It makes me smile just to see it. I got "the lip" when I dropped Miss Mad off at "school" this morning. As my late grandpa would have said "a bird could have perched..." well, I'm not going to say what he always did. She didn't cry; she just pouted. It still made me a little sad, but I know once she started in on the cinimon roll, she was going to be fine. The director was right there to help her into breakfast and get her to class too.

I think we're all settled into our place. Officially. I threw away boxes and more boxes in Tuesday's trash collection. It took three trips to get them all to the road. I hung up pictures like crazy on Monday; the only one's I have left at the Wizard of Oz ones. That's b/c I have 2 of those. I don't like groups of two on the wall. I think I'll have to deal, but I may ask for another pic from the parental units for Christmas.