Archive for February 13th, 2015

Illness as metaphor

I mentioned last May that Hilda van Gleck had decided to return to her hometown, where she is currently enjoying many snow days, and one of the younger history teachers had been chosen as her replacement as assistant head of the high school.  Let’s call him Domino.  (Why?  I don’t know.  Nothing sinister.  He just looks like a Domino.)  I stopped into his office to tell him something today and he visibly flinched, then explained, “I thought you were coming to ask for a sub.  We have eight teachers out tomorrow.”  So it’s definitely Farch.

Today, though, I taught four classes and I was pretty satisfied with all of them, which is not always the case.  I had a fun scene-writing activity planned for my juniors as we get ready to read a couple of plays (A Streetcar Named Desire and Death of a Salesman), and my seniors were analyzing Raskolnikov’s horse dream in Crime and Punishment.  I attended a lunchtime talk by a local playwright who is also coming to one of my classes tomorrow (and to one of Romola’s, which I will probably attend just for moral support), and I wrote an email to the parents of Dinah’s senior seminar about one of the books they are reading (we usually do this when a book with particularly “adult themes” comes up).

Morning carpool has been basically fine, although getting the Snork Maiden up early has been a chore.  It would probably be a kindness to her next year to take afternoon carpool duty instead.