Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Romeo and Juliet/the most boring post ever.

So, I'm doing Romeo and Juliet with my high school crew. Unfortunately, I've decided that Shakespeare is pretty boring.  Maybe boring is not the right word, but dude needs to get to the point.  So much "Thou art like one of those fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table and says 'God send me no need of thee!' and blah blah blah" Then the kids ask me what the hell he means, and I'm like "dude is still talking about the same thing he has been talking about for the last 5 pages. Mercutio is calling Benvolio a hothead. Benvolio senses beef is gonna go down. the usual."  On the rare occasion when we actually pronounce the words correctly, I marvel for a good thirty seconds about how Shakespeare has mad rhyming skills, then my appreciation for him has once again, gone away.  The cool part about teaching this however, is that I get to go over some nifty literary terms.  Literally, as I was going over the climax of a story, my students and I simultaneously busted out to the song by Usher. Such sweet harmonies and falsetto, holla.  And monologues have been a true delight because it basically means that I show them clips from The Late Show, SNL, and the Tonight Show.  There's lots of "Are you guys done with reading? How about some #hashtags?"  Right now, one of my students is in the process of memorizing Kevin Hart's monologue from SNL and will be forced to perform with much gumption this Friday.

What else....well, though I do try to maintain a healthy lifestyle, I decided to drown my sorrows with a 3 pm dinner at Five Guys yesterday (because I am elderly and like cheeseburgers).  Not wanting to totally give up on life, I went to spin class in the evening.  Needless to say, I pretty much sweated out the food.  The entire workout room smelled like fries and a little cheeseburger afterwards.  Gross.  But delicious.

Ummm....

Came home yesterday to find my sock in my cat's dinner bowl.

Speaking of cats, I'm evidently a bad influence on my four year-old niece, as she stated the other day: "I don't like people. I just like cats, just like Kristen."

This is an entirely boring post, terribly sorry. You know what's not boring though? Cage diving with sharks aka what I've decided to do for my upcoming birthday.