Let's get down to brass tacks.
The IOS Application entitled "Talking Tom 2" has done more to reach my students than I ever have.
In case you are not familiar with Tom, let me summarize by saying he is a virtual cat that repeats everything you say in a sped up, Chipmunk-style voice.
You can also buy him things with real money and slap his face.
Students who have never spoken before suddenly open up to this digital mimic, spilling out all the echolalia they have held inside themselves for so many years.
Why, just this morning, I repeatedly had to correct a student for whispering the word "asshole" for Tom to repeat.
I think school monies are best spent on devices for children to say 'asshole' to.
That's not really what is bothering me anyways, Teacher Lady.
Oh, not you, Brain....ever since you got on medication, you have vacillated between flat and boring or insufferably positive and extroverted.
Wherefore art my manic highs, my desperate lows?
Where hides the varied shades of melancholy, the tell-tale bulbous nose of a life o'er puffed with black bile?
Stop being so high functioning, you stupid brain.
Come back down to the ghetto with me...where it's warm and safe, and where the better blog posts are born.
Because Gweenbrick is getting a little STALE.
But if I give up on this, I have no creative outlet left....no little square of me in which to retreat.
It's all poop and marriage.
Maybe I really have to come to the end, and it's time to jump ship....chuck it all, live off the grid...
And this blog slipped away forever into the restless heart of America.