For Erin
After the Jazz Festival last night and some time rehashing old camp memories, I decided to post one of my favorite lists ever... Top Ten Psycho Pick Up Lines. It's been a few years- and unfortunately, I can only remember 5 of the 10.
- Haven't we met before on a grassy knoll?
- Can I lick your forehead?
- May I borrow a spatula?
- Smeep. Smeep. Smeep.
- You've stolen my heart. But that's OK- I have 3 more at home in the freezer.
brasstown bald

I went hiking again yesterday. Today, I'm lucky the four friends who went with me are still my friends. I've wanted to hike Brasstown Bald, the highest point in Georgia, for a while now. After Spring Break, I decided Memorial Day weekend would be my best opportunity. There's a parking lot 1/2 mile from the summit of Brasstown Bald, but it didn't seem worth a two-hour drive for a 1/2 mile hike up.
I found a trail that starts at Track Rock Gap, 5.5 miles from the parking lot. Through a series of fortunate events, we were able to leave the car in the Brasstown Bald parking lot and only hike the 5.5 miles in, not round trip back to Track Rock.
After wandering about on the wrong side of the road trying to find the trailhead for a good half hour, we were pointed to the other side of the road and warned against starting by some folks who had just descended the trail. They said that the last 1.5 mile descent was strenuous and it took 3 hours. The information I had found about the trail said the same. I thought to myself, "We're in decent shape, we'll be fine." So, forward we trekked.
Note to self: if the trail guide says that it's a moderate to strenous 1.5 mile
descent, then the
ascent is extra-strenuous.
The views were well worth the climb! And, after a brief rest in the parking lot, we made it up to the top of Brasstown Bald 3 1/2 hours later. And were we ever thankful that car was waiting for us in the parking lot, not 5.5 miles back down the mountain. The Westminster Shorter Catechism kept running through my head... "God's providence is his most holy, wise, and powerful preserving and governing all his creatures and all their actions."
the last day
Tomorrow is the last day of school for the kids. Its bittersweet. I can hardly wait! But, I will really miss this year's kids, even if they having been working my nerves for the last few weeks. There seems to be an inverse relationship between their energy levels and my energy level.
I can now start to think about all of those mundane things that I need to get done... a hair cut, go to the dentist, get a tag for my car, get an oil change.
And it means I can really start thinking about my summer of fun- no grad school this summer!! Read to my hearts content. Spend some time at the lake, in the sun with the fam in June. And fly to Seattle and drive back through the northern states with Kate, camping, hiking, and seeing as many national parks as possible in two and a half weeks. It all begins in 18 hours!!!
recommended reading
I got started on my summer reading list yesterday, even though it is not technically summer, nor has school ended for me. But it seemed silly to start reading something not on my list when my list is so long, just because I still have to go to work tomorrow. So, I have embarked on
Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (Jonathan Safran Foer)
. While I am less than one hundred pages into it, I already want to tout this book. I love language and a well-turned phrase resonates with me. Already, this book has caused many such resonations.
From the lips of his nine year old narrator: "Anyway, the fascinating thing was I read in
National Geographic that there are more people alive now than have died in all of human history. In other words, if everyone wanted to play Hamlet at once, they couldn't, because there aren't enough skulls!"
Talking about loving spending time with his father, "Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing."
Foer is also so creative! He uses his nine year old narrator to voice all of those crazy things you've thought about but would never suggest because now you're an adult and adults don't say those things.
"Sometimes I think it would be weird if there were a skyscraper that moved up and down while its elevator stayed in place."
"There are so many times when you need to make a quick escape, but humans don't have their own wings, or not yet, anyway, so what about a birdseed shirt?"
And he uses his narrator to deal with existential questions, "Just because you're an atheist, that doesn't mean you wouldn't love for things to have a reason for why they are."
Start with his first book,
Everything is Illuminated. You can borrow my copy. I still haven't fully wrapped my brain around it. But I will buy his next book in hardback.
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olfaction
In the recesses of my mind, I think that I have heard that something about the human sense of smell being the strongest of our senses. However, when I think about it, it seems to be the sense that I use the least frequently. Certain smells give me headaches- most colognes and perfumes certainly. In my classroom, I might often be better off without it, especially in May when the air is not on and 23 9th graders have just returned from PE.
But, if I had to give up a sense, it would not be my sense of smell. Smells call up memories and feelings for me more quickly than anything else. And spring seems to be the time that has the most olfactory-related memories for me. (Though I'm sure in the midst of autumn, I will say the same thing about it.)
I stepped out of my car the other evening and was overwhelmed by the smell of honeysuckle- memories of playing "baseball" in the front yard with our neighbors after dinner, just before school let out for the summer.
Wisteria, a few nights before Graham graduated from FSU and we drove around Tallahassee with Sam, screaming out the car windows, looking for Henry.
Right after an afternoon rain storm has ended- too many memories to write down or mentally sort through. Most involve camp.
Damp, musty crawl spaces, (sounds gross, but one of my favorite smells ever) riding bikes with my across-the-street neighbor before we started kindergarten.
Burnt marshmellows- Again, summer camp- parading around girls' camp partially clad.
Mmmm, I love spring!!
summer reading
It seems that everyone is posting their summer reading lists. We had an English Dept meeting today to revise the students' summer reading list. So now I'm going to jump on the bandwagon... Its really long and there is no rhyme nor reason to it. Between a week in the mountains with the fam, sometime at the lake and 16 days in a car driving from Seattle to Atlanta, I may accomplish it. Hopefully, Kate will be in accord with some of my choices...
- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
- I Am One of You Forever, Fred Chappell
- Monster, Walter Dean Myers
- Naked, David Sedaris
- The Education of Little Tree, Forrest Carter
- The Crying of Lot 49, Thomas Pynchon
- Love in the Ruins, Walker Percy
- The End of the Affair, Graham Greene
- Eragon, Christopher Paolini
- American Pastoral, Philip Roth
- Blue Shoes, Anne Lamott
- Fever 1793, Laurie Halse Anderson
- Slowness, Milan Kundera
- Ava's Man, Rick Bragg
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amazement
It never ceases to amaze me how 14 and 15 year olds, known for being "hard," rarely on time for class, oft suspended, reticent to learn anything a teacher considers important, possibly involved in gang activity, and certainly ready for 3:15 on May 26, will settle down, converse quietly and respectfully, write complete paragraphs, and generally be engaged in learning for an hour, if given colored paper, scissors, glue, and markers.
an old friend
I met up with an old friend today... the public library.
My whole life, I've had a library card- Raleigh, Tallahassee, Auburn. I have very distinct memories from pre-elementary school of at least 3 branch libraries in Raleigh. In high school, I didn't go to coffee shops to study, I went to the library. Even in college, with access to the FSU library, I still went to the public library. I LOVE the library.
When I first moved to Atlanta, one of the selling points on the neighborhood I moved into was its proximity to the library. And yet, until today, it had been over 3 years since I had been in the public library in Atlanta. And even three years ago, it was only to check my email the first few weeks of my moving here.
When I walked into the library today, it was like bumping into an old friend. Maybe our reacquaintance will cut down on my book-buying habit. (Yesterday- 30 more at a used book sale. Only 10 were for me, I promise! and the rest for my classroom.) No matter, I felt like I had come home.
more questions
More interesting questions posed to me today- these while reviewing a list of vocabulary words and Greek and Latin roots...
Do you salt and vinegar potato chips or sour cream and onion, or do you like both? I've never met anyone who liked one and did not have a strong aversion to the other.
Why does the human nose protrude from the face? In Harry Potter, Voldemort's nose does not protrude from his face, its just 2 slits.
Should I get my nails done in circles or squares?
Are there newspapers for the blind? Can I do my next project in Braille?
Can I do my next project in Greek? (
Only if you want a zero- I'll make sure to include "written in English in the basic requirements on my next rubric.)
Do you prefer red, green, or purple grapes?
What is the theory of relativity? (
Do I look like Einstein?)Was Jesus an introvert or an extrovert?
In discussing the word "idiosyncrasy," Can we go around the room and everyone point out an idiosyncrasy in someone else so that we make sure we know what the word means? Can we start an IA (Idiosyncrasies Anonymous) next year where at the meetings we come clean with our own idiosyncrasies?
Why are hermit crabs called hermit crabs?
Do they speak Scottish in Nova Scotia? (
Do they speak Scottish in Scotland?)Maybe the real question is why I let such discussions go on in my classroom...
3 Comments:
Oh happy day! A post just for me!!
Okay, for some reason I felt compelled to post the complete list for you:
1. Didn't I see you on the grassy knoll?
2. Can I buy you a spatula?
3. Bet you're wondering why I have no nostrils.
4. Your crawlspace or mine?
5. You look like the kind of person who appreciates [word removed for awkwardness].
6. May I lick your forehead?
7. Do you always wear your shoes over your socks?
8. Smeep. Smeep. Smeep.
9. What's your favorite flavor of wood?
10. You've stolen my heart, but I have three more back home in the freezer.
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