24 January 2020

0 i would argue that you have not lived

until you have a stood in front of nineteen 19-year-olds at 8:22 a.m. on a thursday, having slept merely 2.5 hours and just asked "what is one thing we know about frank sinatra?" you have not felt fully alive until you have facially communicated delight and good humor while letting a silence slide by for a whole full fucking minute as you wait for someone, anyone, to simply restate the title of the article we have all supposedly read (which you did not finish) and declare, clearly, confidently, "frank sinatra has a cold."

where, pray tell, should this glorious moment go in my teaching portfolio?

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