Pause for breath...

I've been going nonstop this week, and I love it!  

This week I started my longterm subbing assignment for Mrs. H, and it really couldn't have gone better!  (Well, I lost my patience with 1st block once, but some of them were being jerks).  That single morning aside, I have the most fantastic students and I'm teaching some of my favorite subjects.  We're doing Macbeth in 1st and 3rd, and The Things They Carried in 2nd.  Then, on Monday and Thursday nights I have class from 4:30-7:00 and 3:30-6:00, respectively.  On Monday I was pretty exhausted, but every other day this week has been fine.  I'm so grateful for the opportunity to gain more teaching experience, and it's SO COOL to be back at B.H.S!  I even have some of the same students I taught last year.  :)

Time to get back to work, since I'm so busy during the week I'm going to use the weekend to research and write papers.  See you soon!

Outside My Window

I'm fascinated with stories.  Stories about other people, other cultures, other lives.  I think the name of my blog even came out of this fascination I have with seeing other people's stories unfold.  What takes place outside my window?  Like Alice, I look through the looking glass to new worlds.  Novels were made for me, and I dive into them like a person going home and exploring something new simultaneously.  I've been reading Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man lately, and as I read his introduction to the Vintage International edition, I began pondering the interrelatedness of novels, and seeing, and experience, and why these things come together so perfectly for a nosy person like me.  

"By way of imposing meaning upon our disparate American experience the novelist seeks to create forms in which acts, scenes and characters speak for more than their immediate selves, and in this enterprise the very nature of language is on his side" (Ellison XX).

"I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me" (Ellison 3).  

"And as the eye is the best composer, so light is the first of painters" (Nature, Emerson).

"I become a transparent eye-ball.  I am nothing.  I see all" (Nature, Emerson).

(Louis Armstrong's "What Did I Do To Be So Black and Blue," referenced in Ellison's Invisible Man)

I am invisible yet strangely visible behind this computer screen.  That's what I've been pondering today.  

My life today...

A Mini Finished Project

Last night E.O. and I celebrated the successful completion of her very first interview for vet school!  We went out to dinner at Iguana Grill, and then spur of the moment decided to run over to DePalma's for dessert.  It was delicious. :)  After eating we came back to my apartment and gabbed for a while, and then picked up a few crochet hooks to make a fun mini project!  We got the idea from creativeyarn, but found the crocheted rosettes at Lion Brand.

(Sorry the picture is so blurry!)

So fun and fast, we both finished ours while we were sitting and chatting!