My Masterpieces class took their first exam today
Either I made it pretty easy, or these are friggen geniuses. They all finished it in less than a half hour, and just by giving the first pages on all the tests a quick glance, I think everyone did well. There could be some non-brainiac answers lurking on those back pages, though. We'll see.
I am resisting the urge to take on all of my students failures and successes when they occur, but it’s really hard to do. I mean, when they really grasp an idea it must be because I am explaining it well, right? And when they seem like totally dim-bulbs, that’s got to be because of me, too. (Stop rolling your eyes. You should know by now that the entire universe revolves around me and whatever I do…)
And I just want to do things right – and very, very well. Again, I must say, I don’t know how you people with handle it. If I fret over my teaching performance and I am just tossing out a little art history, I can’t imagine what you good parents go through teaching them how to be decent human beings. I would be a total wreck, worried to pieces that my little Janie was going to be a world-class doofus and never amount to anything, or worse yet, be a social malcontent and a burden to society. Ack! She might even drop out of school and pose for Playboy, or turn in to a doped up crack ho who appears on Cops: A Special Bad Girls Episode!
Oh, shit. Pardon me. I slipped into Mama Dory mode there for a second. ;)
Anyway, keep teaching those to be good people and instill in them the love of knowledge and virtue. By the time they get to me, I promise to do my part and give them a good education about Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel ceiling. Deal? Deal.
On a totally different, I had this weird daydream today and it made me bust out laughing. I was pondering what it would be like to arrest O.J. Simpson, Saddam Hussein, and Michael Jackson… then throw them all in a jail cell with Charles Manson for the rest of their lives. Ooo, ooo! And make them all wear t-shirts that said: I’m With Fucknut, with a little arrow pointing to the person standing next to them. That might instigate a few death blows. Hahahaha!
I wonder who would be the most afraid to go to sleep at night? I wonder who would be most afraid to drop the soap in the shower? *snicker* Oh, the fantasy.
Ok, that’s enough of a peek inside my brain for most anyone to handle, including me. Goodnight and have a pleasant Tuesday everyone.