Last night I had one of those dreams where I thought I had a great idea for a blog post. In my dream, I wrote about some hilarious thing that happened in one of my classes, and I remember thinking, "God, this is pretty darn funny! Erin will read it to Anna, and they'll both laugh!" Then I thought, "But this is a dream. Did this really happen? Will I remember it tomorrow?"
Today, I find myself with no memory of the post's content, and no sense of whether it really was based on reality. Oh well. Duh.
I spent today listening intently to my classes, hoping for writing fodder, feebly grasping at moments of levity, incongruity and insight, all of which slipped from me as I answered the intercom, or gathered back work, or had to leave my room to make way for another teacher.
I finally gave up.
Because I am a person firmly grounded in reality I will offer today's statistics in lieu of my fantasy post.
6: Number of Saturdays until I visit Nora in Venice.
5: The average number of seniors absent from each class today.
4: The number of phone calls I made (in between classes) trying to arrange to pay my son's tuition for the fall.
3: The number of seniors who told me they don't think they'll graduate this June because they still haven't passed a Regents exam they should have passed in 10th grade.
2: The number of students who showed up to mod 8 whom I hadn't seen in a week and a half.
2: The number of former students who came back to visit me with excited reports about their first year in college.
2: The number of beers I drank on my deck when I got home from school.
1: The number of seniors who told me they're pregnant.
1: The number of seniors who told me they're about ready to drop out of school even though graduation is on June 27th.
1: The number of former students' obituaries I found in today's paper.
1: The number of boxes of already-opened granola bars I received because they "tasted like bark, and I know you like to eat healthy."
All in all, it was a good day. Or at least it was a normal day.