I was recently inspired to blog by my good friends Lansford Hastings and Cyrus Weatherbee. I would encourage you to find these two individuals on Facebook if at all possible (Which it is!). They are very practical and generous individuals and would welcome your invitations with open arms and minds.
Australia is warming up. The weather is averaging a crisp 20 C, and the culture feels familiar, rather exceptionally similar to the Red, White and Blue. The classes are similar as well with the students heads congruent and ranging in as wide a size as you'll find in the states. The unrequited love also flourishes like the Kookaburra!
I begin teaching lessons in a few days. Then it will be 6-8 weeks of lessons with a three day year ten camp which will be a wonderful time and opportunity to get to know the students as well as a few of the teachers.
I take walks with Saathi quite a bit. She is the small dog owned by my host family. We get along quite well and she has very unique opinions on things. I won't share them here since she would probably be embarrassed. Tomorrow will be my first bout of Netball. It is a sport not too unlike basketball, except there are no nets on the rings at either end of the court... I don't know why.
I will be teaching Macbeth to year tens and Sylvia Plath to year nines. The 10's are a rowdy bunch, not unintelligent, but a bit disrespectful. I'm sure I'll have quite a time trying to get them interested in Macbeth. I'll plan some games and make a lot of jokes about death and betrayal (since those are two of the most prominent themes). Plath as well is a poet focused on herself and on suicide and abandonment... so it's going to be a joyful 6 weeks! Feel free to message me, (those of you who know who I truly am muwahaha!) and let me know that Macbeth and Plath are not the only way to live life, as I'll be living in their lives for the next two months.
Time to duck out of here and go analyze some more poetry about a child sucking the life out of their parent who was forced by fate to fall in love with a god who would inevitably betray her for the moon...
Cheers,
Melmoth
P.S. I have captured a bit of desk space here and am reminded of Ryszard Kapuscinski's words on desk life. Go look it up.
Remember a couple of months ago when I said something to you about Sylvia Plath, and you were like, "Who's that?" Well, God remembers, and this is his way of bringing you into the world of Ms. Plath.
ReplyDeleteAlso, Ted Hughes is a murderer. Cheers.