Sing with me!!!!
My brain cells seem to be escaping in my sleep–the little I get. I find if I get 8 hours, I feel pretty alive, the problem being that 8 hours is hard to come by. I used to think I didn’t need much sleep, when the fact of the matter was that in college and before kids, I could nap. Now–no good nap goes unpunished. And sometimes, there’s just no nap.
That being said, I remember I used to have some insightful posts here–some humorous ones–and just now sitting here trying to compose something that does not solely consist of photographs of my new home OR my children, I remembered that I needed to call two parents tonight. . .and I had their children’s phone record pages, and they are not here. They are not in the car. They are not in my bag or my purse. Which means they are either in the computer lab OR the library at school–both places I stopped on my way to the car. Both very PUBLIC places. Both places where you do not want to leave children’s parent’s phone numbers.
Brain??????????????? BUH-RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNN???? Where are you??????
My guess would be in the library or the computer lab.
Right now we are reading Flowers for Algernon in 8th grade language arts. The kids are very involved in the saga of Charlie Gordon. I made yet ANOTHER mistake, that I totally thought was true. I told them that the version in our literature book was an excerpt from the novel by the same name. That turned out–I discovered this afternoon–to be an untrue statement. The short story that we are reading in our literature book came first. . .then the novel was fleshed out. I know this because I went to the library and got a copy of the novel on the way home. ALL of the copies have been checked out because 500 8th graders are all reading it and all want to read more. I read the book long, long ago in high school. I had forgotten LARGE portions of the book. I quickly read it again tonight. It is not a book that should be read by 8th graders.
I would recommend the short story to you as it was really the first of its kind in its day. My kids keep asking me if it’s a true story. I told them that it was realistic fiction–made up but could really happen. It is actually listed as science fiction. We will have a good discussion tomorrow about my own mistake as the short story was written in ’58 or ’59, so what now seems like realistic fiction to US was, in fact, SCIENCE fiction in the late ’50’s.
Anyway. If you’ve not read EITHER version of Flowers for Algernon, just click the bold blue title in this sentence and it will direct you to the short story. It is not happy, but it is very, very good. I will tell my kids tomorrow, and I will tell you tonight–the short story is the image of Charlie you want to keep in your head. Let the novel and all of its angst stay on the shelf. . .read the original.
As far as the phone papers go, I really pulled Charlie Gordon. (Go read the short story.)