Little bit of progress - rough cut of senior classes allowed me to process college requests. A little better than 50% first choices - that’s better than last year. But we have to see how the registration process goes. I checked on line and only went for sections with seats available, so, maybe… The problems can still develop, but it’s off to a good start!
Everyone is glad when school is over, even those of us who like it. It’s been a long year, and a break is welcome.
I’m excited for next year. I’ll be back to scheduling and teaching just 3 classes, not 5. So while I will still be cranky, I’ll have less of a good reason.
I’ll get to meet new freshmen, which is fun.
And the new sophomores - I’ll go from teaching all of you to probably teaching none of you! Which, if you’re happy about, don’t tell me… But we’ll still each other in school, and some of you will have me junior or senior year.
But, new seniors. What to say? Difficult. Loud. Not always performing at the - ahem - best of our abilities…? Just annoying? It’ll be a blast teaching some of you. You will be a great senior class.
with any of you who want them. I’ve been taking pix for a few years, and I am slowly loading them onto a site with a scrmabled URL (unsearchable, unlinked).
Drop me an e-mail, and I’ll connect you.
And once you get there, check back once in a while. It’s a long, slow project putting all of those photos up.
Only the seniors had Ms. Fiorello as a teacher.
Many of you knew her from tutoring SATs, or helping around the lab.
She was one of the original six teachers at HSAS, a good teacher, a good person. She will be missed.
Not the show. The bus. And the other bus. “We’re on the road to nowhere…”
Half the freshmen drove the ducks. “We’re on the road to nowhere…”
And then there was the Russian braid puppet show, featuring teachers wandering about, looking for teapots. “We’re on the road to nowhere…”
I walked to Kennedy Saturday. It was fun sitting in the stands and watching. Everyone was so fast!
I brought a hat, and kept it safely tucked in my bag. That way I could burn without any interference. Ouch.
I took a ton of pictures. I took 4 or 5 good pictures. Of the runners, not the burn.
I have to figure out how to get them on flickr for you guys, but not public for the world…
Tonight I am off to Scotland.
Tomorrow I will walk some of the same streets that Mary Queen of Scots rode through (did she ride a horse? some other large animal?)
I will try to stalk the hangouts of Burke and Hare (look ‘em up)
And one day I will take a long bus ride north, and have lunch with the sea monster. Maybe I’ll teach her to factor. (Is she a she? or a he?)
But the big deal is souvenirs. Little chintzy stuff for everyone? A few nicer things for prizes?
If I get to one of those famous Scottish golf courses, maybe a bunch of stubby new Scottish pencils.
And definitely a shiny new cup of shame to keep them in.
Next week. Sea monsters?
Got called a jerk yesterday. And the kid (it was a kid) really meant it. I just sat there.
Hmm. I didn’t much like it. But I was pushing the kid, hard. And I’ll keep pushing the kid. Mediocre performer, not serious enough, should be a star. We’ll see.
Sometimes I am a jerk. This time? I don’t think so. But I still don’t like hearing it.
Saturday there was a relay meet on Randalls Island. Samantha and Sophie and Casey weren’t running because Aldiana wasn’t there (sick), so I gave them my camera and they took a million pictures.
I sat with Shaunice’s mom, which was nice. And chatted with Samantha’s dad.
And watched your friends run! Amanda M. was fast! But it was good seeing so many of you. Charisse, and Hallie, and Isabelle, and Rebecca, and the only seniors I saw, Amanda, Shari and Carl. And Juan, and Pierre who was easy to spot (wonder why!) and Melissa who was amazing, too, and Shaunice, and Jamaal, and Hiroshi who we were yelling for as he finished his 800… And I am missing a ton of you, but it was all great.
[If I missed you, go on, add your name: _______________________, ________________________, _____________________, _______________________, ________________________, _____________________, _______________________, ________________________, _____________________, _______________________, ________________________, _____________________, _______________________, ________________________ ]
Next time I go, no one should be sick and there should be less wind and it should be in the Bronx. But I had fun, and I think I will go again.
