One son -- been looking for months for a summer internship, to no avail. He's really discouraged.
Other son -- avoiding the entire employment dilemma by going back to Spain for the summer.
The lovely daughter -- changing colleges. A saga of its very own, which I am without energy to relate. I'll just say that I'm proud of the young woman she's become, and leave it at that for now -- except to add that she will be home Saturday night and I can't wait to see with my very own eyes the young woman she's become in the four months since I kissed her good-bye.
I'm in charge of AP Testing at my school. It requires a tremendously tedious amount of organization -- not one of my strengths. I was there till almost 7:00 tonight (I finish teaching at 5:15) getting ready for the next round. Two tests down and eight to go.
Today I taught eighth graders about the Bill of Rights, eleventh graders about the collapse of the Soviet Union, and ninth graders about the American entry into World War I, and fielded two parental phone calls about the SATs and two about grades. Best teaching moment of the past week or so: hearing a 9th grade honors student, the one who had lodged the most vociferous protests when I announced that we would be looking at World War I British poets that day, mutter at the end of class that they were "pretty good."
I'm listening obsessively to the Dvorak's New World Symphony. That usually means something's going on in my life. Which it is. I'm having what I would describe in as understated manner as possible a spectacular Ignatian retreat. At least this week I am.
But this business of waking up at 4:00 every morning is making me really, really tired.