9.21 week  

tuesday was a busy day above and beyond the classroom. a trip to the dentist after school (i had to ditch the yearbook class) found me one old filling short and a temporary crown to the better. that old filling was probably the most ancient of my dental devices - maybe twenty-five or thirty years old. my new dentist is acceptable. he shoots me up good. the left side of my face from chin to eyelid mimes a senseless slab of granite. drill away. i almost fell asleep in the midst of the business. what's that burning? oh, it must be me... under the high-speed drill... no problem.

a few hours later i was in the carmel auditorium watching the mr. chs pageant... a student-produced extravaganza featuring some senior guys. what a hoot... singing and dancing, stand-up and sit-down comedy and a number of acts that resist description, i.e. Dr. Dance and Officer Energy (masters of Interpretive Dance Therapy) or the ninja attack. one talented soccer guy and his band sang neil young's Rockin' in the Free World, which singlehandedly kept me from regretting the time away from processing a variety of student papers. sorry, kids. (could neil be on the upswing with the boyband britney set? some dark beast is bound to fill that hole)

i check my other email and find some news from mom... and a second note from mom, addressed to what looks like all online children and grandchildren, basically saying: write to me. and, of course, i did. good boy. but there are others who have writtten to me to whom i have not yet replied. bad boy.

we began a discussion of emerson's "self-reliance" on this week's crazy day, one of five "dress weird " days leading up to homecoming. waldo never imagined that he'd be studied by a roomful of besequined and befeathered outrageously mismatched sophomores...

but stranger things would happen. for instance: today: on the friday of homecoming, when students are traditionally at their squirreliest, i invited two periods of brown white and gold sophomores to sit in groups and take turns reading emerson to each other, to mark their books as they read, and to pause from time to time to help each other understand the reading. AND THEY DID. they read and they marked and they discussed. and they groaned only a tiny bit when i asked them to finish the reading for monday.

the big homecoming game is happening right about now, if the cars piled up outside my window are any measure. it has been raining. the optimists are predicting a clear evening. but i'm not one of them - not that it matters, since i'm in here getting right with god & not out there. no guilt. i did my duty, helping with salvi arena decoration from 3 to 6 after school: special privilege of some senior homeroom teachers. i got to string the icicle lights from the track balcony.

now saturday: i have, once again, too much to do... and i am intensely busy not doing it... until the dance tonight.

moon dust


At the bottom of the heart of every human being, from earliest infancy until the tomb, there is something that goes on indomitably expecting, in the teeth of all experience of crimes committed, suffered, and witnessed, that good and not evil will be done to him. It is this above all that is sacred in every human being.

Simone Weil

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