Some days, despite everything that is going right, I still feel just a little bit broken. I suppose that’s the way of these low grade depressions, every tree casts a shadow in the afternoon and all that rot. Today we can chalk it up to not enough sleep. I was up at 5:30 in order to professional dress myself for a seven fifteen show time. I made an aside comment to my CT about Wednesdays being a long day for me (I’m in class until 8 tonight) and she offered to let me alter my schedule to half days. I like getting my hours in one large block of time, but a regular sleep schedule helps everything. It’s a half an hour until my last class and I am already cooked. My CT is having a keg party this weekend and she called the liquor store during her planning period to order an import keg. I love my profession, thinkers and drinkers the lot of us.

I met several other male English teachers today, all of whom have ponytails. I guess I am one of a type: Mr. Sensitive English Teacher with ponytail. It’s nice to see that I won’t need to cut my hair to get a job. Barring explosions of insanity on my part, they will offer me a position after my internship is over.

However, the more I teach high school, the more it’s clear that I probably belong in a college setting. I suggested showing Igby Goes Down as an adaptation of Catcher in the Rye, but you really can’t show that sort of thing in high school (even if you can read it). My CT is going to use her DVR to troll for an edited version of it on USA network, so sad. Must dash to class.