Every Friday, I admit, I wake up and hear that Rebecca Black song screaming in my head.
I’m not sure how much of the rest of the world has this running through their heads on Friday mornings, but I have a good guess that many of my high school teaching colleagues do.
Because if they haven’t been singing it to themselves, the kids have sung it to them.
We were working on doing some prewriting this afternoon. The prompts I had in the earlier classes were not cutting it in this one. I was getting frustrated because my brain is still a bit scrambled from being sick. So…I told them to write about how they felt at 2:35 on Friday afternoons, to describe it in as much detail as they could.
I started writing and for some reason my pen took over and wrote the word:
I love my job. I think I have been blessed with some pretty awesome students. I get to teach English — which affords me the opportunity to talk books, read, discuss, write, and — best of all — keep switching up what I teach.
That’s kind of shocking to me.
Perhaps it’s just today. I still feel under the weather. I know I have a long night ahead of me. And a couple of weeks before we get any more days off.
I will puzzle over that word for a little while.
It’s better than singing Friday in my head.