Sorry for the lack of updates over the past week. Its been nothing short of exhausting these last few days and I haven't really had time for anything but student teaching. I know this is naive but I thought going into it that it was going to be a breeze. What I have found has been quite the opposite. I'm not complaining. I'm merely expressing my feelings toward the thing that takes up most of my time lately. Conclusion: Teaching = Great; Student Teaching = Suck.
To help counter these feelings of negativity I have decided to take up cycling. Why? Because I hate running. Seriously, what could be worse than running for the sake of running? Nothing. In everything I do I try my best to subscribe to the philosophy of real-life Fonzie, Roland Gorchnick. He says, "The number one rule to being cool is to never run anywhere. Ever. If you are really cool, whatever you are running to can wait for you." What better advice could be given? I mean, just last night I was working at the ol' Coffee Shop and there went some dumb college students running by and let me tell you, they were not cool, no sir. If you need more convincing, think of this. Would you ever see Lou Reed running? I imagine not (even if he did have a song called Run Run Run). You know who did run? Bruce Springsteen ran when he played the Super Bowl Half Time Show a couple of years ago, and if you saw the results of it you know that he went hobbling all the way back to the Steel Mill.
Now it is time to become honest with you. The real reason that I'm not going to run is that my sister is a runner already and the bar is just too high. Plus, Hazel has recently informed me that there is some level of sibling rivalry between George and myself. I don't buy into this, but the evidence goes something like this...
George: "Wa Wa Wa Wa Wa"
Me: "I don't want a baby sister"
Me: "Oooooh, George can paint. bla bla bla"
George: "Oooooh, Mister Strange can talk. Everyone likes Mister Strange. bla bla bla"
Me: "Oooooh, George runs. I'm going to bike. bla bla bla"
There you have it. The sibling rivalry of the Strange siblings according to Hazel. On the subject of the Strange siblings, I really miss George. The team of the older Stranges is estranged. Absence doesn't necessarily make the heart grow fonder, but it does make communication a lot harder. George, I hope you are having a great time on Mars and if you want a cd from me, I'm going to need a souvenir of Mars from you. You know what I want and I expect you to bring one to me. No excuses.
All of this thinking about the older Strange siblings got me thinking about the younger Strange siblings as well. They are a very special pair who, whether they know it or not, both have me wrapped around their fingers. If Hazel wants sibling rivalry etc. here is a fictional sample of one of their typical conversations as I hear them from my end of the phone:
Bess: Curious George,* lets go play outside/play lego starwars/ mess with each other/ leave each other alone/ignore each other.
Curious George: I will slash you with my light saber evil Sith.
All of this is to say, I have decided to start cycling so please, stay toward the middle of the lane when you see me on the road. Thank you.
*Yes, I have a sister named George and a brother named Curious George. If you find this odd, talk to our parents who had sole responsibility for naming us when we were born.
