the art

of procrastination. totally dragging my ass. it's a wet and gray kind of day. i'm staring at the massive stack of papers to grade and schoolwork to beat down since it's a long weekend and instead it is beating ME down. ugh. i need to watch something motivating. before you say some teacher or school kind of movie, i'm going to say those are mostly gay. either i think to myself, "yeah, like that would SO HAPPEN" or "this is too damn syrupy". freedom writers. lean on me. (well, i think that one would be one i don't mind watching, morgan freeman kicks ass in whatever he does.) dangerous minds. stand and deliver. mr. holland's opus. maple. maple. maple. (syrup, syrup, syrup) i guess they're supposed to be though, isn't that what the perception of teaching is? inspirational. sometimes it is so far from the truth. i wish chucky did a reality show when he was an assistant principal back home. the chronicles of chuck. yeah, i'd watch that. kids mouthing off, fist fights, marijuana busts, drunken students, faculty conflicts, bureaucracy BS. yeah that's where it's all at. sprinkle in those moments in which a kid really DOES get it or does something that makes all our torment worthwhile and you'd have teachers going, "HELL YEAH, that's what it's like." hahaha. ok, 'nuff sputtering. my pile of work across the table isn't getting any smaller and if i'm going to show up on tuesday feeling accomplished, i'd better get crackin.