nada

it's finals week. i don't teach. i sit and watch students struggle to write a three page essay in two hours. i feel like a torturer. except .... i read their essays after they are all done, and the essays are damn good. they are such perceptive students! they found themes and ideas in the books that i hadn't noticed. they seriously attempted to analyze the book they read and it is so damn cool. i'm proud of them. especially the class that read "our ecstatic days" because that's a hard book to comprehend. look it up. it's way post-modern. but they did a terrific job of analyzing it. great, great students. i feel like i just led them to these good books and they used their own brains to make something out of the them. i love it when i actually don't feel like a teacher and instead feel like a facilitator.

that said.

on itunes right now: banana co, acoustic version. lovely