what happens to a dream deferred?

so. in case you didn't get that AMAZING reference, these past two days, we have been covering poetry. more specifically, langston hughes' poem, " a dream deferred"

1. i love this poem.

2. the kids don't really understand it at all.

3. i've tried everything i can.

so. anyways, were doing this whole poem thing with the kids and it was ...well interesting.

...lemme just tell you guys..

TUESDAY

so were doing this poem thing right? and the kids.. well they like it. i think. on a scale of one to ten, i would say like 6. which is good, because sometimes i feel like they are at like a 3 with the activities that we plan.

we read a different poem though, and the kids liked it enough. i think.. .

i also taught my first class "by myself"

if you are wondering why i put quotes around that, its because i didn't really teach bymyself.

but i will say that my teacher told me that it sounded like i was someone who had been teaching for years.

but without fail, i said my real name out loud again.

and then there was that one kid who of course let me know it again. " oh, i'm sorry adriana, i just need some help"

did you hear that? he said my name and was aware of it.

he was trying to start something.

(can you hear that michael jackson playing? because throughout the rest of the class, all that was stuck in my head was *you wanna be starting something..* but just that part of the song, because i don't really know anything other than the chorus)

but i didnt let it get to me..

...that much.

and then i had to grade papers.

which made me realize i never want to ever have to grade papers. ever. ever. ever again.

TODAY

i do enjoy these days. the "a" days. it's all eleventh graders, and the kids aren't all that horrible. (not that the tenth graders are horrible. they're just still trying to figure out who they are.)

anyways, all day today was about the langston hughes poem. did i mention that i love that poem. because i so do.

it was a good day. i had my chatty kathy's, and i taught my lesson. they were ridiculous. they crack my up. i was informed however, that my main issue is that i don't walk around the room enough.

let me explain this. i taught class at the last period of the day. i had another class before that, a break for lunch, and then a class before thought.

in retrospect, maybe i should have re-thought standing up for all those other classes, because when it got to the class i was supposed to be teaching, my puppies were hounding.

not my literal puppies, i didnt have dogs in that class, it was my feet. they were what really hurt a lot. like so much.

so much so, that i went and got a pedicure right after. (and my eyebrows... which of course flamed up and got really red, and i looked not pretty afterwards. because it was bad. )

anyways, my feet were pretty and happy. and thats all that matters.

so now, i can look forward to putting the grades from the papers that i graded yesterday...into the gradebook.

why is my life no fun anymore. whatever will become of me?