I've been having really bad sleep because tomorrow I teach 4th and 5th graders Blake's The Tyger for the first time, and I'm incredibly nervous. So basically, sitting in front of 10 and 11 year olds scares me. Basically, I'm a wimp. Or as my mamma would say, Get Thee To A Shrink And Deal With Your Anxiety Disorder.
Soon, mamma, soon. First, I must teach The Tyger. I've been distracting myself with purple sweatshirts:
I've been alternating between reading Freud's case study of the "Wolf Man" and Cortazar's Blow-Up & Other Stories.