Have you ever heard someone say "sad panda?" As in, "that situation is so sad that it creates within me the feeling of a sad panda." Or some similar combination of words. I've heard people say it, and I'm not sure if I think it is clever and cute or lame. Mostly, it's one person I hear say it and I think he is a really cute sad panda so, anyway. My new take on Sad Panda is this: Sad Watermelon. It is clearly the saddest thing ever. Even more sad than pandas because watermelons are American. Just kidding. I love pandas. And watermelon. and America sometimes.
Anyway, all of this is to say I have been feeling very sad watermelon lately, which is why I made it the background on this blog. Tomorrow is my first day teaching composition 1101, which is why I made this blog. Will I survive this year? Will I survive tomorrow? Will my students revolt? Will I teach them anything? Can I possibly do this? Can I possibly do this?
I keep checking the roster, learning their names and faces, who has already dropped, who's new. Is that creepy? Yes. But it's also crazy. A little. And completely innocent. My class doesn't begin until late tomorrow afternoon, and I am getting antsy. I do not like this feeling.
Can I possibly do this?
My friend April suggested I make this blog, and one of the reasons I love April is because she has good ideas. Other reasons include: her hippiness, queso, amaretto sours and her gelato scooping skills. Thanks for more great insight, A. Riv.
I have a feeling I'm not going to sleep well tonight. I hope this sad watermelon feeling lifts soon, no matter how cute it sounds.
Class tomorrow. Report soon.
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