I was at Panera recently and said hi to one of my students. It was an awkward surprise look. Hey! I'm young and enthused! Just because I was her teacher doesn't mean I don't have a life or don't partake in normal activities such as consumerism.
It brings me back to the point that for some reason, I thought all my teachers had no lives in high school. Two parts to this: the really good ones spent a lot of their personal time coming up with really good lesson plans (and I guarantee those are like time leeches) and the really bad ones were usually crabby and didn't want to share any part of themselves with you, including showing you that they were, in-fact humans, and not the aliens Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes imagines.
Today one of the circuit exercies was the perform hammer curls until muscle failure. Just for fun, I wanted to see how many more I could do with my dominant arm....5. Maybe Nadal would be moved to tears with the disparity in numbers.
Sprained ankle had me useless and I missed a couple tournaments I really, really wanted to go to. A pirate would've found his peg leg more useful.
06-04-2009 09:43 PM