Sunday Coffee

Doesn't the weekend go by fast sometimes?  I went to the school today just to try to get my room a little organized.  Lately it seems that there is always a meeting.  I meet with people before school, during school, and after school. I lost my planning period, for one reason or another, for most of last week.  So there I was, listening to Sam Cooke and trying to make sense of the burgeoning piles of manila file folders.  In case anyone from the district or from my administration drops in to observe me, I have the standards and the essential questions for this quarter up on my board.  My favorite essential question is:  "In what ways are language and power inseparable?"

I stayed off twitter all day today, and I'm "jonesing" just a little. Finished Wally Lamb's The Hour I First Believed and want to talk about it. I actually started reading The Hour I First Believed with one of my Creative Writing students; she was reading it for silent sustained reading, and I had it at home so I decided to read with her. It's one of those books that makes you cry--at least it made me cry.  Have you read it? Let's talk.

I'm very excited about my post for tomorrow (probably won't be up until evening):  my review of Exit the Actress and my interview with Priya--it's a great interview, and I hope you won't miss it. Have a good evening folks, and don't let this late coffee keep you up.