My kids are so bright and so fast, sometimes I fear being able to keep up! I drink a lot of coffee.

Discipline is so hard for me. I know why they do what they do and I sypmathize. I hate all of the boundaries I have to create. But there is another side to sympathy. If I really had well-rounded sympathy, I would teach them to respect and work with boundaries. I would teach them to set their own. Then I would teach them to thrive and think beyond all of the boundaries constructively. If I don't teach them this, I am cruel.

The key is to let them know that a benevolent teacher ultimately provides you with a false and harmfully rose-colored view of life. Then I have to let them know that though life has many boundaries, when they learn to work within them, the possibilities are endless.

Maybe that is the whole of teaching: telling students every rule and boundary they will encounter in life, and then telling them how to work the system ;)

and i thought teaching was confining . . . psh

I had this stupendous poem I wanted to write. I wish I could remember it. I write my best poetry in the bathroom . . . tmi? heh

So I have a free weekend for the first time in three of four weeks or something. I have a list of things I want to do with it. I'm getting pretty hyped up about reading at Peet's coffee.

I will say that I have enjoyed many conversations with Genevieve of late. It seems like there was often a month or so between conversations until a few weeks back. I've talked to her four times or more! :) I would tell you how it makes me feel, but it's only really fit for poetry. But I cannot think of poetry right now. Isn't that just the worst??

I put off writing a lot of things because my writing cannot do those things justice. It's a tragedy.