867-5309 is the other Jenny's number.

There was a Pep Rally today, and all I can is this: We WHITE y'all. (Us Millard kids, that is.)
That gym was like the freakin' United Nations, except with a lot more yelling, B.O., cheerleaders, and Usher playing in the background. (Although, I have heard that Kofi Anan is a big Usher fan.)

BUT

High school antics and weirdness must be universal. There are the jocks, the honors students, the cheerleaders, the burn outs, the delinquents, the pregnant girls, the skaters, the drama kids, the boys who look like they're 9 or 10, and of course, the student teacher who looks like she doesn't know what the hell she is doing...


High School lingo I learned today: To "mug" someone is to give him or her a dirty look.

Ok, this is quite possbily the oddest title of a PBS special ever in the history of weird PBS specials:
"Julia Roberts and the Wild Horses of Mongolia."

I WISH I had made that up, but I can't take the credit. It's real.

It's "Spirit Week" at the high school where I'm student teaching, and today the kids were supposed to wear their "bling and/or ice." (Watch BET for about 7 minutes if you don't know what I'm talking about) One kid wore a very large, very shiny custom hubcap, which I'm pretty sure he stole off a car.

I just got fitted in my bridesmaid dress for Laura's wedding, and all I can say is that the grownup train is pulling away from the station and I am running the other way.

(I'm not sure I know what that means.)

I think I'm a dorky teacher. I always thought I would be a cool teacher, but I don't know. My clothes are lame, my hair is lame, I'm bad at small talk, I'm bad at being subtle or diplomatic, and most of my jokes go over like reduced- sugar soy milk Postum lattes. (If you don't know what Postum is, you're lucky. It tastes like the underside of a dirty gym shoe.)

I haven't started teaching so much yet, so I'm hoping I can win them over with my lessons, which are basically just complete rip-offs of Heys' consistently great AP American lessons, except I did the research for them in 15 minutes instead of 6 months.

I had a kid tell me he didn't need to know about Progressivism. I told him he did. Can anyone tell me why he does? Can anyone tell me why I have to teach them anything? CRISIS! HELP! WHY DO WE MAKE THEM STUDY HISTORY!!!?? After seeing their faces as I try to bring them the light of knowledge (and they look at me like I am the world's biggest narc and I hate everything they love in the universe) I am losing my conviction.


P.S. I saw the Arby's sign (5 regular roast beef sandwiches for 6.95$) and I thought of Donnie that time when he hurled. Ahahahahaha. I wasn't actually there, but I heard all about it. And now he's getting hitched. Life is crazy.

P.P.S.. One of "my" students called me Ms. Sheridan today and I almost fell over. (They usually call me "Miss," of "Hey") It was awesome and scary at the same time.

Republicans suck at being Republicans once they want to get elected. This is my message for the many Republicans who read my blog and are currently attending the convention: Either embrace your true evil Republican selves or take five minutes and figure out your actual political beliefs. Stop trying to be Republicrats. You suck.

The kids these days don't know who Aretha Franklin is. What are people teaching their children??