AP review and daffodils...

One more day. 

We'll see how many kids show up for the AP review today-- it's not mandatory, and most are going elsewhere. I'm even bringing blue-nana bread. Probably I'll end up taking most of it home. I don't know why they don't care about this test enough. Maybe I am too invested. I never wanted to do AP stuff, but I agreed to, and I'm up to my freakin' eyeballs in it. Literally. I have eyestrain that would fell a Cyclops.

That said, we have a week off from school next week. I have a few things I want to do, a few things I should do, and heaven help me, I want to NOT think about school stuff except for the small collection of essays I will slog through. And I suspect it'll be a slog-- same group of kids, same ennui. 

The roses need some attention. I have a slim volume of reflections by Ada Limon to read and review. And there's G's closet. I'm not sure much else will get done, or even should be done, but there's the rough plan.

Today, short classes, then I have the review session. Then I'm going home home home. I'd like to do dinner out, but we'll see who is in what kind of mood and for what food. Me? I'd be content with a meatball sub. 

Tomorrow is the open mic at the radio station. I hope people show up. Otherwise, it'll be a little hard to fill the time. But maybe I can blather on about stuff. I'm pretty good at that. LOL I selected two favorite poems and one of my own to share. Nothing heavy. The world, the news, the machinations of the feds, is all too heavy already. 

And one bit of good news: the NH State Legislature voted to table Open Enrollment. Amen. We live to see another day. Everything is so damned fraught. I just want to go to work, do my stuff, and hope that a few kids connect. It's hard work most days-- and I blame the ongoing levels of angst and anger. We are all tired.

Have a good one, friends. It looks like a decent enough weather day, and the daffies are blooming. That's gotta count for something.

Hold your loved ones close. And O, the poems I am bringing to the open mic: Jane Kenyon's "Ice Out," Frost's "Spring Pools," and my own titled "Hope." There's a theme there. 

Ciao,

C