Michael E.

I have this visceral reaction to the closing credits of She’s the Sheriff because Tales from the Darkside would come on immediately after. It terrified me!

"Friends" is a beloved American sitcom that aired from 1994 to 2004, following six young adults—Rachel, Ross, Monica, Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe—living in New York City. The show explores their friendships, romances, careers, and personal growth over ten seasons.

Nice! It's a great way to boost the student's critical thinking skills and teach them that art and literature don't happen in a vacuum.

Ooh! This is giving me ideas for my curriculum next year! I teach middle school English Literature and History & Geography. This sounds like a great way to overlap the two and give students historical context for the works we study.

I told myself that I wasn't in the writing mood today, and that I should do some sort of art instead. But today was my only opportunity to take all the time I wanted to write. And I've wasted it. Blah!

I have just spent the past three hours overworking a piece that I really should have just left alone. I should've gotten proper feedback before attempting a revision, and now, I think I've either ruined it or killed any real passion for writing it.

I adore del Toro's earlier films—Pan's Labyrinth is tragic & beautifully haunting. But Frankenstein is just terrible fan-fiction. It has none of the romanticism, heart, or fully-formed 3-dimensional characters of the original. The story takes backseat to aesthetics & even then, the CGI is just bad.

I somehow managed to go through nearly half a century without watching a full film adaptation of Frankenstein—until last night. Of course, I know all the pop culture tropes that have nothing to do with the book (which I adore), so I expected some discrepancies. But, c'mon!

I really don't know why anyone would think it's OK to sit next to someone in a nearly empty cafe, the proceed to scratch their itchy throat using the "pig squeal" maneuver. No. Gross. Stop.

Also, wear a mask. You are clearly sick.

It’s 4 a.m. and the wild civets that roam our neighborhood just got into a fight or are into something really kinky. Either way, their screeching woke me up on the couch with my contacts pasted to my eyes, and now I’m on my way to bed feeling miserable.

She said she hasn’t been playing with them because she doesn’t have real magic, so they’re not real. She then proceeded to call them up by name, one by one, and squash them in her hands.
😱😢😭

RIP, Sparky, Zuzu, Mito, and Rosy.

Tonight, my daughter told me that she hasn’t been playing with her magic unicorn and deer pets lately.

A couple of years ago, we “hatched” these imaginary friends of hers, and they went with us wherever we went. I went all in saying I could see them because it was her belief that made them real.

I have not been sleeping well the past couple of days. Been tossing and turning and having bad dreams throughout the night. I'm tired and in a bad mood.

I am insanely tired. Wrapped up my classes today and grades are due tomorrow. But I have so much grading to do, and I am emotionally drained from a student conflict that has been plaguing the prof principal and me the past couple of weeks.

Once again, I’m up way too late just because I don’t go to work until 2:00. But my writing group is at 8:30 and it’s gonna be real hard to get up in the morning.

Done with my second and final round of parent/teacher conferences for the year! Exhausted, but also happy to have these heart-to-hearts with the parents. And it's nice when they tell you you're having a positive impact on their child.

Also, the projector is out in my classroom, so I can't use the screen for anything, including my slides on formal verse. I think I can get away with marking their poems with a ✔️, having them rewrite for the first hour, and maybe a grammar lesson second hour. :\

I have two hours in a row with my 3ème English Literature class starting at 8 a.m., and I have nothing planned. I was thinking of having them rewrite one of their original poems, based on what they've learned over the course of the unit, but I haven't finished grading them all!

Apparently, it's been 1 year and 4 months since I last cried to this song.

Just sitting here listening to Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush singing "Don't Give Up" and sobbing my eyes out. Don't mind me.

Melismatic pipe organ intensifies

Wasn't feeling great today, so I wanted to get to bed early for once. Instead, I decided to add more content to my 9th grade poetry unit, then wasted time online. And now it's 2 a.m. and I'm going to pay for it in the morning..

Currently reading Little Women and sobbing at Beth’s death.

I don’t even live in the US.

Dreamt that I was in the backyard of my old house cutting tree limbs and gardening when ICE passed through the alley. I thought, “I don’t have my ID & to them I’m just a dirty Mexican.” I ran round front to tell my neighbors to go inside, but they were already being taken. It was terrifying.

Not me annoyed at how dark the room is getting as the sun sets while LITERALLY reading "Do not go gentle in that good night."

Every Wednesday I go into work at 10:00. And every Tuesday night I stay up until 2 a.m. I do it to myself!

My 9th graders keep writing "hung" instead of "hanged" in their analyses of Alice Walker's short story "The Flowers." It makes it really awkward when reading their essays that say "Myop discovered a hung corpse." 🤦‍♂️

Christ... Why do I do this to myself?

At 10:30 p.m., I think: "I should go to bed because I have to be out the door by 7:45 a.m."

And here I am, still scrolling at 2:19 a.m.

Today, my 6th graders said the students in my other 6th grade class told them I'm boring and go off-topic too much. I told them it's because those students don't participate and are not fully engaged in class discussions. But it hurt, and I've been obsessing about it for the past 8 hours.