Caffeine-Free
I wish I could write something meaningful today. Tried last night, but all I came up with was sort of empty. Right now I'm listening to Emo music trying to choose songs for scene changes. My students don't know it yet, but we're doing After Juliet for our one-act play competition. It's not UIL, mind you, just a districtwide competition. The play is written in a modern context, and totally geared toward rockstar culture. This music depresses me. Give me some Jack Johnson! I'll probably end up liking the music. I always get drawn into different cultures and history because of whatever play we're working on. Last spring it was the 1970's, the year before that, British-ruled India. That's the fun of theatre: you learn by immersion.I got my hair cut on Saturday by a beautiful man. He was beautiful not just because he was good-looking (He was--very), but because he encouraged me and others. Everybody needs encouragement when they're about to have someone mutilate their tresses. I have crazy layers now. The layers I had before--childsplay. Trick is, can I actually style my hair like the they did in the salon? Probably not. You may see me next in a ponytail.
Today at school, I was grumpy. Grumpy because my nose is all stopped up and I didn't have a diet coke. After four years of caffeine-free living, I became readdicted to caffeine, and now I'm trying to quit cold turkey. So far, three days. You probably couldn't call it sobriety, since the lack of caffeine turns me into a zombie. Well, anyway.
Ok, I've thought of something meaningful. As I said, this was a rough morning. My kids were doing a self-starter assignment, but none of them self-started today. They just sat there. That's probably my biggest pet-peeve as a teacher--that fake helplessness that kids feign to get you to do the work for them. When the fifth child asked me why my stapler didn't work properly, I wanted to staple myself to the wall. It's the kind of madness from which there is seemingly no escape. Finally, the bell rang and I spent my conference reading 1 Peter 5 for a bible study I attend on Thursdays. AND LOOK AT THIS!
"Be shepherds of God's flock, that is under your care, serving as overseers--not because you must, but because you are willing...not lording over those entrusted to you, but being examples to those entrusted to you. And when the Chief Shepherd appears, you will receive the crown of glory that will never fade away."
1 Peter 5: 3 & 4
This is probably aimed at Elders, but to any leader, it means a lot. It reminds me that I'm helpless and whiney sometimes, but God always treats me with care and firm discipline. He doesn't yell at me for being a sheep, even though sheep are pretty unwise creatures.
So there you have it...something good. Baa.
posted by Heather at
9/18/2006
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