I miss Simon... |
My son is feeling much better tonight. He hasn't thrown up since last night, and he had ravioli for breakfast. I won't have to clean any vomit out of my son's hair this evening. At least, that's my hope.
I'm almost through my first week of teaching. Tomorrow afternoon, at about 4 p.m., I will have survived. I know I've said this before, but I've always felt a little bit like a fraud in the classroom. It's not that I don't have the qualifications to do what I do. It's that I never feel like I'm good enough to do what I do. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow's class, however, because one of my favorite students I've ever taught is in the class. She took writing and literature from me a couple of years ago, and we've kept in touch. She's been watching, waiting for me to teach mythology. I just hope I don't disappoint her.
Well, the auditions are continuing, and Saint Marty wants to kick back. As Ryan says, "This is American Idol!"
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