Thursday, July 25, 2002

Nothing right now is more enjoyable than walking out of James Hall at Brooklyn College around 6pm. Classes are finished for the day, the evening light drips down through the trees, the birds are floating on the slight breeze and the bell tower is cranking out some wild-ass tunes. Every day, some progressive bell tower aficionado puts on some new song that a person would never associate with bells. Today I strolled down the quad to the perky notes of ‘That’s Amore.” It took me half the song to figure out what was playing. Other recent hits have been “Sunrise, Sunset” and Billy Joel’s “Uptown Girl.” You haven’t heard Billy Joel’s “Uptown Girl” until it’s been played by the massive bells of the Brooklyn College bell tower.

I’m finally down to my last week of teaching and being taught. Today one of my little eighth grade guys shows up with all the bold and decorative signs of ringworm. For people like me who have never encountered ringworm before, it’s a highly infectious parasite that can be passed through contact with dirt or another infected person. Charming stuff that makes itchy red crop circles on your skin. My student had one about two inches across his forehead, and a few more on an arm. I had to send him to the nurse to have his parents take him home and treat him. Just thinking about it makes my skin itch. I just know that he was roughhousing with two of the other boys, so I’ll be watching them pretty carefully for the mark of the beast.

Tuesday, July 23, 2002

I'm going to have to read one of those inane "Blah,blah for Dummies" books. Blogger wasn't accepting my posts, because I had pasted some html code incorrectly. How am I supposed to know this stuff, by learning?!?!? Anyway, here's some entries from the last little bit. I'll write some more on the train tomorrow. Now I have to write my lessons for my jumpy little eighth graders. What bundles of hormonal joy.