Play Time

My cats and kittens are all freaking out right now. They start about 4:30 a.m., and really get cooking by 7 a.m. They run around the house, play, get into shit, and even the old broad Cheetoh gets into the action by pouncing on imaginary mices on her favorite chair.

This behavior parallels high school students on certain days. Like during homecoming week, or on a snowy day, or on any given Friday, especially full-moon Fridays. My last hour class was so freaking talkative yesterday that I can't get it out of my mind. I'm thinking of what I'm going to do to get it under control. I already did the old "Whiplash" routine where I make them practice whipping to attention after I say, "Alright, let's get going." Seating chart change will be first. Me turning into a bitch is next.

Me not thinking about it on a weekend would also be nice.

Control. I know that it's just an illusion that I can control anything, especially other people's behaviors. But when you are a teacher, you must possess that illusion of control. I think they've heard from other kids that I'm cool, so they expect party time all the time. Nope. We work hard too. I want to be one of those teachers with high expectations...where kids rise to the challenge and produce quality. But, I want to have fun too, lots of fun, and I want kids to want to be there.

I want the moon, Alice, don't I?