1) I'm teaching a poetry unit, which I've loved teaching every year. I write with them, and they get excited about it, though they mostly won't confess it. One assignment is to take a well known poem and read it with dramatic pauses, voice, and emphasis. She read "Daddy" by Sylvia Plath. It was read so well, Plath herself may as well have been standing behind my podium bleeding her heart out to us. Her tone was somber, bitter, angered, and spent. Bravo, student. Just outstanding.
2) Also to do with poetry. Two guys teamed up. One wrote the optimist's perspective, and one wrote the pessimist's perspective. The latter took all the gravest thoughts of depression and condensed them into this poem. Though it was intentionally written to depress the crowds, it was still heartfelt. I don't have it in print, but he wrote something about engraving a painting of scars on a body canvass, though he put it much, much better. I love that he wrote to a self-imposed standard.
3) During a study hall I discovered a student and I have many similar tastes. A connoisseur on all items YouTube, fanfiction, 80s and 90s alternative music, he aptly fits my weird standards for conversation and helped add to a list of best worst songs of all time, which I'd already begun with a couple other students two years ago.
A. "Take Me on"
B. "He Needs Me"
C. "Pop Goes My Heart"
D. "Tablecloth"
E. "Burning Down the House"
F. Uncle Jesse's "Forever"
G. Kip's Marriage Song "Technology"
H. "I am a Vampire"
Etc.
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