So, I now have two weeks of teaching under my belt, and I still love my job.  The kids aren't as well-behaved as they were at the very beginning, but they're still pretty good.  I'm rearranging the seating chart this weekend, and hopefully that will help.  And I emailed a couple parents whose children were not paying attention in class and not turning in work.  It felt vindictive...I loved it.

I've been having the same dream where I'm teaching a whole lesson on subjects and predicates.  I heard the slow, methodical cadence of my voice, pausing between the subject and predicate while I underlined each...it was all way too real.  My dreams have become an extension of my waking hours.  I don't enjoy it.

Speaking of things I don't particularly enjoy, I saw Hairspray last night and I didn't love it.  It was ok, but I  have no big desire to watch it again.

I did catch the last hour of 25th Hour on tv yesterday, and that is a movie I love.  It's so great...I had forgotten what an awesome movie it is.  I'm going to have to watch the whole thing now.