Suddenly everything has changed

This morning I was singing, out loud, in front of my students. Yes, I have lost my mind. Completely. Actually it is not as bad as you may think, because it was only in front of two students, and I was helping them practice for their audition for graduation singer. The whole process is messed up really, because the students have no choice in what they are allowed to sing. They are required to sing "Graduation Song" by Vitamin C, which if you have ever heard the song, is not one easily done by 13 year old girls. Plus it is an awful bastardization of the pachebell canon. I was pushing for them (aka the administration) to let me help the girls pick another song, just so they could have the opportunity to perform. No no, that was out of the question of course. We find out the results tomorrow. Cross your fingers for little Carla and Rocio.

Matters of the heart are, as usual, in tumult (hey, that is one of our vocab words this week). Boy #4 was extremely offended by the blog yesterday, so much so that he made sure to block it from his browser. To that I say snap crackers don't pop! I was being honest. I said I was sorry, and pleaded (pled? plod? did done pleaded?) with him to forgive me for my literary transgressions. I was venting, I said, I was frustrated. I guess the "you're not a man" comment was a bit harsh, but it's true, and not directly a dig on him. I think that is what separates the men from the boys, or the women from the girls, or what have you.

The lunch club has varying opinions as to how to handle this situation. One particularly wise woman suggested I take a minute and think rationally, evaluate logically, and listen carefully. THen she heard he was leaving in two months. Her advice, after that, was to kick all this shit to the curb, and just have fun. Another lovely lady said it was time to end it altogether. Why not tonight? she asked, and promised she would have her motorcycle waiting so we could joy ride afterwards.

Not tonight though, wise lady one is right. The thought makes me sad, so I know I don't want to end it. When the thought of ending it does not make me sad, that will be the time to say peace out. But I'll still take a ride on the bike.