When you read this, tell me and everyone else that connects to your journal via the friends list what you were doing the past hour or so.
If it ain’t nobody’s buisness, well, say so.
I wrote another dozen lines of the Epic. I supervised the last few minutes of study hall.
I watched another episode of Smallville with some of my students. I chewed out a couple of students for fighting with each other and chasing each other out of the building. I ate a home-made rice-krispie treat with chocolate (shouldn’t have had that). Tried calling again. Didn’t get through. Called B from Starwood to chat with him for a bit. Chatted with L from Pittsburgh about religion, philosophy and children for a while. Got the students started on their dorm jobs. Listened to R talk to a girl he really shouldn’t be talking to… It’s horrible to try to dissuade a student from talking to his girlfriend… but when you’ve watched said ‘girlfriend’ cause no fewer than five junior-high-school-scaled Trojan Wars since September 7, it’s kinda painful to watch them do it again
I was supposed to be in bed by now. Forty-five minutes ago, a kid on my dorm shows up at my apartment with his guitar… which is making a sloshing sound. Someone put an entire bottle of Listerine — a contraband substance in itself — inside his guitar. That is… the contents of an entire bottle of Listerine. The bottle went into the trash.
It’s not yet clear if the guitar is ruined.