It’s the dread of teachers everywhere, right up there with pre-Christmas inability to concentrate. And, it’s not just limited to elementary-age kids. High school students spend hours talking about their costumes, and carrying around treats for their friends.
Although Michelle Obama’s Grim Substitutes, the vegetable tray and other low-calorie treasures, may stop that. We’ve been told – officially – NOT to bring in treats. For ANY reason.
I never thought sugar and fat would become the New Crack.
I’ve never been that into Halloween, post-elementary age. Until well into the 1980s, it was a relatively minor holiday.
No more. Adults and teens have taken over the grim festivities, with gruesome body parts, truly repulsive costumes, and weeks – even months – of planning for the parties. It’s chance for women to unleash their Inner Slut, men to experiment with Cross-Dressing, and for all to use conspicuous consumption as a signal of their Elitist Status.
Don’t like horror movies. Don’t enjoy dressing up. Hate parties, for the most part.
Not my holiday.
The funny thing is that this all comes at a time when few believe in Hell, most think their “sins” are not an offense against God, and many try their Wildean best to avoid the appearance of aging, and throw money in a futile Faustian bargain at doctors, trying to avoid their inevitable death.
For all that many enjoy the Lion King’s Circle of Life song, they can’t quite see themselves as nearing the end of that Circle. And, for those without spiritual underpinnings, that “endless” circle is broken.
I started this several days ago, just was too busy to finish. My bloglife is a lot like that lately – not that I’m not interested, just too busy.
Which, is OK with me right now. In the past, I hovered over my blogs. Were enough people reading them? Had I responded to a political issue? In short, did I put my 2 cents in?
I still have strong feelings. But, more often now, I’ve found other people (in REAL LIFE) who are willing to listen to me, and respond in their turn. Taking the blogging discourse into real life is FAR more satisfying.
Plus, over time, I’ve found those on Facebook and Twitter who are simpatico – some of them friends or family offline, as well, others – not.
So, even though I still have a burning desire to have my say, I – more often than not – can get that in other ways.
Right now, I am tired. Weary of the political ads, the “issues”, the “news” clawing at my attention.
Work is tiring – not bad, but truly fatiguing. I’m temporarily overscheduled – mentor stuff, grading, planning, and, now, getting signed up for a Gifted & Talented course – or, rather TWO courses – that I have to take to teach the Honors classes next year.
I’m 2-3 years away from retirement. By that time, I likely will be REALLY ready for the rest.
At that point, I will – FINALLY – have time to write.
Which is my plan.