Today is the first day back at school for the last semester of the year. In eight weeks my seniors will graduate, and then three days later I will be saddled with a freshmen homeroom. I'm sort of hoping my script sells for a bazillion dollars in the next month and then I immediately get another bazillion dollars to write a tentpole movie, maybe I won't have to deal with the 9th graders.
I think it's a solid plan.
I confess I didn't use my vacation the way I thought I would. I was supposed to go to the beach but I never made it, even though it's half an hour away. I was supposed to go see a movie in the middle of the day by myself, but the only one I really wanted to see was Tyson, and the only theater showing it is in a scary place and I ran out of courage. I was supposed to work on my new script, and I did that, but not as much as I had thought I would. I was supposed to start back to work as an essay grader for Pearson, but fuck them. Those people do not have their shit together so I told them to lose my number.
What I did do with my vacation was get my script out into the whirling gyre that is Hollywood. So we'll see. I also took this stupid class I'm required to take to keep my license, but the class is designed for elementary school teachers so it was pretty excruciating.
In a way, I'm glad to be back. I like the first day because you have plenty to do and lots of new ideas and you forgot about all the things that irritate you. And this semester I have kids I've known all year, so I can accurately design a seating chart that puts that one girl all by herself as far away from her best friend as possible.
I wrote a haiku about it.
Chance to start over
This time, everything's perfect
Until it isn't
oh man. What I would GIVE to be able to drive to the beach 30 minutes away from my house. But *sigh* we don't have any beaches in Shit Louis.
ReplyDeletegood luck with the new semester!