Lately my last dreams of the night have been strange ones. I met President Obama and his old wrinkled white wife in the crowd while I waited for the parade that he was supposed to be in. He wanted to hang out. Last night I was a bee. I wake up when my cell phone plays jazz sax and I look at the same dark room I've been looking at for nearly two years now and think "again". The three minutes I take to stretch like an inflexible dog and roll out of bed to find my sweatpants are the three minutes that feel the longest. Maybe that's why everything seems to rush back to them.
This morning after I showered the first thing I put on were my socks. I don't know why, but it was a nice change. I followed through with this impromptu dressing freestyle by putting on a shirt, then a sweater, then underwear and pants. I'm aware that this is the least attractive way to get dressed, but this morning I didn't pretend there was a camera in the corner of the room to strut for. This morning was just for me.
There are a lot of things I've never, depending on your point of view, bothered to or been able to do in two years here. One of them is fabric softener. When I take my towel off the drying rack it holds it's bend and folds with an impressive rigor. The fabric is very rough when it's freshly washed, but this reminds me of some unspecific positive time in my childhood.
The past three weeks I have been cajoling the 9th graders into making movies, specifically public service announcements, for a film festival that has finally arrived. Next week all the movies will be shown to all the classes and they'll get to vote for their favourites. We were going to have a preliminary round this week to pick the best film from each class, but so few films were turned in that they'll all getting into the event. Lucky for you, we'll be deconstructing the films all together over the coming days I feel like it right here at no dog.
Have a taste.
I might get to go home early today, so don't you work too hard.
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