Today was the first full day back at school since December 15, or something like that. A nice good long vacation, which was (as regular readers know) considerably fuller and busier than I would generally like, although in a good way.
Today was not busy in a good way. It was busy in a busy way. The one piece of good/neutral news is that I was covering a class for an absent colleague, and getting paid 50 bucks extra a week. So a new teacher is now covering that class, and I don’t have to cover it any more; but I’m not getting paid to cover it, either. And after taxes, it looks like my total pay for doing it for two weeks amounts to about $32.50. Which means its smaller than last year’s Christmas bonus, which we didn’t get this year at all, anyway.
In an effort to help my hair recover in the cold dry weather, I haven’t washed it since Saturday. I think I’m going to wash it tonight. It’s doing better, but it’s feeling kind of greasy at this point. I like having long hair but I wish it were longer on top, or that there was at least more of it there. Some folks have suggested it might be time to get it cut (and by extension, short), but I swore an oath (magic here, — please take note!) not to get it cut until my wife asked me to cut it short. So for the moment, it stays long. I do think I’ll try to wash it every other day or every third day rather than every day, though. Has anyone got any recommendations on maintaining long hair when you’ve got extremely frail, thin strands of hair?
The bane of my existence this year is sixth grade, I think. They are not polite, overly exuberant, mean to each other, and several of them have issues. I’m not talking a few copies of Newsweek-style issues, I’m talking the hardbound, multivolume National Geographic-style issues — with index. Anyway, we’re starting ancient Greece this week, and in some ways they’re easier to teach than the ninth graders . But on those days when some kid decides to be an asshole, it really ruins the whole day. And with twelve kids in the class, there are few days which are not ruined.
Thanks to iTunes, I have 6.44 GB of music in my computer, which is about four days of music. After several weeks of listening to music daily, I have finally managed to work through the entire collection of music, from Aaron Copeland to XTC. (Why Aaron Copeland counts as the first in my music when he’s clearly a “c” guy in a standard-issue catalog system is beyond me, but he is).
Things are going well with (Leah) and I. We had a great time together for the New Year, when we made a point of seeing lots and lots of people that we hadn’t seen in a while. It was as though we’d emerged from the cave where we’d been hiding while building our relationship, and now we’re trying it out in more public forums. I feel like we’ve laid a really solid foundation, and we have lots of possiblities and beautiful times ahead of us. Of late, though, she’s not been feeling well; a frog in her throat that seemed to be energy-related. She was coughing up green phlegm and goop, and running a temperature. Of course, the moment she talked through some of the communications issues she was having with an acquaintance, the symptoms of her cold began to vanish. Proof-positive that some illnesses are magical, psychosomatic, or call them what you will.