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Uncertainty

So much has been going on - I feel like I'm barely teaching any more. Of course, that may have something to do with whole students teaching about The Hobbit Project. Also helped by the fact that it was 4 day week and we had one fire drill, one bomb threat plus a 2 hour anti-sex assembly (actually, it was quite funny and the kids loved it). And I went with the seniors to the opera - Florencia in the Amazons - great ending and boy was I glad to see it. Not much on plot and the beautiful young journalist falls in love with what looks like to be a short guy with a pot belly? Long story short... I was hardly there.

I've been showing Fahrenheit 451 to my sophomore class. Hysterical. Hands down, the funniest futuristic movie since Logan's Run. The story line is somewhat close to the book, but not enough to substitute for those slackers who don't read. The firemen are dressed in black nazi style uniforms (prompting several allusions to Space Balls) and their fire truck looks to be from about 1938. The wall screens are rendered as today's simple flat screen tv, which was a bit confusing to the students. Not futuristic at all for them. For some reason, the director has included several scenes where the actors rub themselves or their clothes. They all get this heroin high look on their faces, so I'm guessing it's supposed to indicate their loss of texture in their lives without books. To all the boys in the class it meant people are rubbing themselves... and when one character starts rubbing her collar bone, they all thought she was rubbing her boob. A strangled "uh!" was heard before they all started giggling. (note to self: don't show movies after assemblies about teen sex... especially if you borrow the tape from the alternative program).

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