The End of Summer
Brooklyn, NY
It's been one of the best weekends in memory. There was an exceedingly good weekend back in 1986, but this one was probably better.
What was good? Beautiful weather. Friends. Food.
Every day provided something completely different. Setting up the classroom where I'll be student teaching. Riding a bike across the Brooklyn Bridge. Eating baked ricotta cheese with lemon on a roof in Hoboken. Reuniting with special friends from college. Cooking spicy Asian food with roommates.
Tomorrow school starts and from an academic perspective, summer ends. What follows should be an intense but good fall. As of tomorrow I'll be student teaching in a Brooklyn 6th grade classroom with a view of the Statue of Liberty from our window. Wednesday begins orientation for a part-time teaching job where the most well-known park in New York will be the living classroom. Friday marks the start of a full load of graduate school classes.
I owe a photo recap of the summer. I meant to do that tonight, but still haven't finished the book about pigeons that needs to be read before school starts tomorrow. It's hard to push through a young adult book that involves a gang of boys, a bully who hates pigeons, a boy with a secret pigeon pet, and a town which hosts a pigeon shooting festival. It's difficult to imagine there will be a happy ending. Is it a character defect to be emotionally invested in the fate of the pigeon lover and his secret bird friendship?
Listening to Stevie Wonder while plowing through the book makes the pigeon tension more bearable. If this is to be a perfect 10 of a weekend, that pigeon needs to live.
It's been one of the best weekends in memory. There was an exceedingly good weekend back in 1986, but this one was probably better.
What was good? Beautiful weather. Friends. Food.
Every day provided something completely different. Setting up the classroom where I'll be student teaching. Riding a bike across the Brooklyn Bridge. Eating baked ricotta cheese with lemon on a roof in Hoboken. Reuniting with special friends from college. Cooking spicy Asian food with roommates.
Tomorrow school starts and from an academic perspective, summer ends. What follows should be an intense but good fall. As of tomorrow I'll be student teaching in a Brooklyn 6th grade classroom with a view of the Statue of Liberty from our window. Wednesday begins orientation for a part-time teaching job where the most well-known park in New York will be the living classroom. Friday marks the start of a full load of graduate school classes.
I owe a photo recap of the summer. I meant to do that tonight, but still haven't finished the book about pigeons that needs to be read before school starts tomorrow. It's hard to push through a young adult book that involves a gang of boys, a bully who hates pigeons, a boy with a secret pigeon pet, and a town which hosts a pigeon shooting festival. It's difficult to imagine there will be a happy ending. Is it a character defect to be emotionally invested in the fate of the pigeon lover and his secret bird friendship?
Listening to Stevie Wonder while plowing through the book makes the pigeon tension more bearable. If this is to be a perfect 10 of a weekend, that pigeon needs to live.
posted by Jennifer P. at 9:44 PM
2 Comments:
So, did he live?
The pigeon lived but was not injury free. I'd give the weekend a 9.99.
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