Today I continue to feel that I'm beginning to turn some sort of corner. Even the gloomy rainy day did little to spoil my mood.
This morning I visited another student teacher--this one, in AP Physics at Pioneer High School here in Ann Arbor. The critic teacher, Steve Armstrong, is also a good friend. It was good to once again see a really competent student teacher teach a superb lesson. I reflected that this has been a week of contrast for me. Tuesday I visited Kara, the second-grade teacher, and she taught students how to count coins in a piggy-bank. This morning it was a complex lecture on acceleration and gravity. On the way out I was able to visit with one of the counselors at PHS whom I know.
It's hard for me to give myself permission to enjoy myself in these new ways of being.
This was fun doing, and it shows a side of Gwen that not many people knew:
This morning I visited another student teacher--this one, in AP Physics at Pioneer High School here in Ann Arbor. The critic teacher, Steve Armstrong, is also a good friend. It was good to once again see a really competent student teacher teach a superb lesson. I reflected that this has been a week of contrast for me. Tuesday I visited Kara, the second-grade teacher, and she taught students how to count coins in a piggy-bank. This morning it was a complex lecture on acceleration and gravity. On the way out I was able to visit with one of the counselors at PHS whom I know.
It's hard for me to give myself permission to enjoy myself in these new ways of being.
This was fun doing, and it shows a side of Gwen that not many people knew:
AQUA-VALVA MAN
We went out dancing on our first anniversary.
She was radiant in her blue silk dress,
wore my favorite fragrance.
I was clean shaven,
hair Bryl-Creamed back,
at my Aqua-Velva best.
The band played Blue Moon,
I held her close,
she pressed her body close to mine,
laid her head on my shoulder,
looked up with her big blue eyes,
said in her sexy, teasing voice:
“You smell like the backseat of our ’58 Chevy.”
John A. Bayerl, September 29, 2011
Slowly, Dear, I am learning to honor you and your wish that I go on living. We were given a gift, and it was such fun--all of it.
