The Bratz movie is my valentine

Apparently the Bratz go to school in 1984. There are posters up all over our school that say things like "Succumb" and "Obey". Also, ninjas. There are ninjas at the Bratz school. They spent lunchtime playing with numbchucks. I never saw ninjas at my school. The marching band members spend all day in their uniforms playing their instruments. The hippies play hackie-sac. The jocks toss the football back and forth. The cheerleaders flip each other around.

I was in the marching band, but I learned today that I am a traitor. Not only did I spend my high school lunches playing hackie-sac and ultimate frisbee on the grass, but today I spent most of my planning period talking to football players. I'm the worst band nerd ever.

But let's all face the truth: football players are hotter than band nerds.

I actually handed out my card to some actors and told them about my shorts. Go me.

I took my class out to the balcony this morning to write descriptive papers about the scene they were shooting on the quad. They actually did the assignment and stayed quiet. And I finally got to see a film shoot. And one actor gave me some suggestions about where to get equipment. And the cheerleaders practiced their moves. And all was right with the world, except for the fact that the Bratz attend a 1984 style high school where everybody stands in easily-identified groups at lunch.

Here's another innocuous picture:


On a related note, in the middle of reading The Crucible, one of my students was talking about how he doesn't like Harry Potter. (Don't try to make sense of it or your horse will prevent you from going to college.) "All they do is use a stick that does magic," he said.

"Don't you wish you had a stick that does magic?" I replied innocently. The laughter carried on for about five minutes.