perhaps my belly is growing. ( +4 femme points for noticing, -13 for not caring) frankly i think it’s the only way to survive the winter. when i went home, another of my aunts asked me if i’d lost weight. i lashed out at her. perhaps i shouldn’t have. i know it seems like an innocuous — or flattering — question, but since to my knowledge i have not, it just makes me think that everyone’s mental image of me is as chubby. you know?
today, for the last time, i woke at 7:15 to toddle off to my ed observation at a not-so-local (hence the inordinate amount of travel time) middle skool. these observations had the potential to be fascinating windows into education in america. but they weren’t. teaching’s not for me. it seems like these exhausted women expend as much energy on disciplining as they do on imparting information; that’s not fun to watch let alone enviable. ultimately, spending two hours in a classroom felt like having to spend two extra hours in a classroom, only one in which nothing i didn’t know was taught.
in going to my last observation, though, i missed rabi’s radio show. she’d invited me to come read poetry. that’s one of two very recent ego-salves. as the other, a male finally reviewed my screenplay at triggerstreet and didn’t pan it. he had insightful comments and constructive criticism, and he even pointed out parts he really liked. naturally, he’s canadian.