I’ve been trying to think of what to do for my next post. But with all the chaos, both meteorological (It was 84 today. In March. IN WISCONSIN.) and emotional, the menu has turned out thusly:
Parental Meddling with three dipping sauces: Paternal Obliviousness, Maternal Guilt, and General Overextension of the Family
Market fresh I’m Not Crazy – I Work With Kids! tossed with Iambic Pentameter, Conservation of Momentum, Cuban History, and Paperwork, drizzled with our signature And Yet I Still Love It dressing.
A disturbing melange of Frustration and Euphoria served on a bed of Hysteria, garnished with broken bits of All the Hoops Wisconsin Wants Me to Jump Through to get my Teaching Certificate. Served with a side of What Is Wrong with America in General and your choice of I Don’t Even Believe My Cover Letter Any More or Who in the Hell Designed This Website?
I Really Hope I Don’t Run into Any of My Students at This Bar
OWW My Wrist Hurts tossed with Too Much Knitting and Lighting Fast Grading
So, I’ve Been Reading about Transgender Issues…
So, yeah, I think we’ll just skip all that. Not terribly appetizing, for the most part. Instead I will direct you to Culturally Disoriented, the new blog of the fantastic CD with whom I went to high school. She is much more eloquent than I could hope to be (although reading her blog did inspire that bit of craziness up there, for whatever that’s worth), not to mention extremely smart and aware. Look, just go read it already. It’s not like I’ve got anything left to say. What are you still doing here? GO. Sheesh.