The Great Irony of "the blog"

The whole point is to keep people up to date with one's life. But one's life frequently is what gets in the way of actually writing anything. For instance, mine.

Recently I've moved -- still can't find the camera or I'd post pictures of my gigantic bathroom (with a tiny shower) and my huge closet (but that's a mess right now, I don't think I'd put a picture even if I did know where the camera was). And I have new housemates. Lydia and Laura. They are both still students at NSA, one freshman and one sophomore.

But I'm rejoining the acadmic world this year also. I've applied for, been offered, and accepted a job teaching a 10th grade American Lit class at Logos School. It's only part time teaching, but I think that'll be more than enough. I'm beginning to think I'm not nearly scared enough. From everything I've heard, I will more than have my hands full with my 26 kids. Even though it's only one class; lit is one of the more "teacher homework" kinds of classes. I have to actually read along with them! But at the same time, I think it'll be really fun to get paid to read "Huckleberry Finn" and "The Old Man and the Sea" and "The Last of the Mohicans." But before we get to that, we are doing a few weeks on the Puritans and their writings. I don't know what we will study, but it's from Leland Ryken's "Worldy Saints" which is apparently great. And I will have the kids give presentations. So I don't have to be the expert in each chapter.

I was given two giant boxes full of books, reference works, stories on tape, documentaries, art books, and folders and binders full of possible lesson plans. I'd better get back to reading all that!

'Til The Next Time I Have Time,
AJ