Forget the swine flu. I have no hard data to support this, but I'm certain that Spring Fever has taken many more casualties this season. It's a northern hemisphere pandemic!! Disinfect everything you see!!! And if you should come into contact with me, you had better drink a gallon of OJ, get lots of sleep, and do whatever else it is that you do, because I am a carrier and I am contagious.
My students have it too, but I don't think we caught it from each other. The students lately have been coming to class exhausted. That's because the sun sets at about 11:30, it stays light/twilight til 12:30, and the kids stay up til 2 or 3 in the morning. But it is what it is. It's frustrating, but not daunting. I just stay upbeat, try to make it fun for the kids, and if all else fails, torture them with hands-on, minds-on assignments. Oh, the horror.
My symptoms:
Baseball. It's no secret that I love the Milwaukee Brewers. I love the fact that I can listen to them online, broadcast by WTMJ, courtesy of MLB.com. 4,000 miles from Miller Park I can hear the action clear as a bell. I have subjected several Yup'ik Eskimo students to hearing Bob Uecker do play-by-play. I also love the fact that the team is playing great. Today we listened to the Crew beat the Cardinals 1-0, much to my delight. I love pitcher's duels. I wish all games were 1-0 Brewer wins. "Hope springs eternal" was a phrase made for baseball. By the way, if the color scheme on this page makes you think about the Brewers, then I'm glad.
Fishing. While I did get to catch a few pike and a few tomcod over the winter using a manaaq, that was a far cry from scratching the itch. Normally I would have organized all my tackle in mid-April, one of my annual rituals. Instead, I can only daydream about bringing fish into the '76 Starcraft I have collecting dust in Racine. Can't wait to get out fishing and camping.
Haircuts. I haven't had one since the end of February. I'll go visit Barber Bill once I get to town, and try to get presentable.
Food. When I think of summertime food like brats on the charcoal grill my mouth floods with drool.
Family and Friends. I can't wait to see everybody. You're all loved and missed.
And the cure: If all goes according to plan, I'll be landing in Madison on Sunday the 24th.
Oh yeah.
I've got it bad.
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Cute post. You're homesick and we all look forward to seeing you too. You've put in a good year and have done things that most teachers will never do for their students. Hopefully you can stop by our place on Monday after you pick up your truck. We are going to a Memorial Day parade and picnic, but should be back by mid-afternoon. Have a safe flight home. Love you.
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