Last Friday, I drove home wiped. Drained. Empty yet full. It was a day like no other, and I hope to relish in it for a while. First period began with our Friday dance party. Yes, you read that right. The 1600 hall at Hebron High School begins Fridays with Rebecca Black's YouTube classic "Friday"! We sing, we dance, we embarass students as they enter class. We have so much fun! And while those kids may hang their heads as they pass, they also get a tiny chuckle out of their teachers being fools and letting loose. It's good they see us this way. During class, the dreaded moment arrived. A student I taught as a sophomore and had the pleasure of teaching again as a junior withdrew. He'd warned me it was coming. I tried hard to persuade him not go to, even offering to call home and pass on that persuasion, but no. It was happening. Moments before his departure, he handed me a letter I'd assigned a week earlier and asked me to read it while he was still there
To say that it's been a while since I blogged is an understatement. Looking back at my blogging history, 2018 has been abysmal. Embarrassing. Shameful. Thus far, I've posted a big whole twice. Me, the teacher who preaches how being a writer makes me an improved writing coach. How sad. I've missed it. So much. I often find myself thinking, "Ooh, I could write about that!" ... and then not. Later, as I'm washed with guilt, another idea explodes in my mind, but I still don't write. On a hazy Sunday evening when I find five minutes of solitude, my fingers tingle at the idea of writing... and then I can't remember any of my ideas. What a tragedy. What frustration. Last school year was rough to say the least. I recall not feeling good about it when it all started, and I don't even know why. Near the beginning, I already struggled with relating to a particular group of students, and that simply continued throughout the spring semester. Paperwork p