What's up in Luluworld?

I got home from school at 10pm. Had the usual crazy schedule: twelfth grade English in the morning, play rehearsal, meetings, meetings and voice rehearsal with Ms. Patrice and the seniors from 6 to 9:30. I don't know how I survive these days.

I didn't like my class today. It's my second to the last session with my seniors--second to the last of their entire high school English classes before graduation! Can you believe that??? Anyway, the class earlier was really bland and boring. It was probably because I was tired, the kids were tired, and I didn't really prepare as I usually do for my classes. I just took down notes for my discussion and that was it; no planned "will" activity, nothing to really stimulate them. Actually, I don't really enjoy teaching "Faust"; it feels anti-climactic since we came from studying Dostoevsky's "Brothers Karamazov". Same themes but different intensity. I prefer the Russian take on evil, destiny, life...

Three weeks to go and it's Senior Project Presentations to be held at the SDC Hall in Ateneo. I'll post their topics soon.

Two weeks after the project presentations, we'll stage our brave intrepretation of "The Phantom of the Opera" at the PETA Theater. Two days after that is the graduation ceremony. Oh God.

Oh and I just checked the UPOU site and it's final exams soon. I'm not even done with even a quarter of this semester's requirements! Singko na `to! :(

To drop or not to drop, that is the question.

Tomorrow, Francince will be here. I should remind her to scrub the shower knobs.

Tomorrow, too, is the seventh-eighth grade production of "Much Ado About Nothing" at the Teatro Mulat in UP Village.

Update on my seniors' college applications:

Max - Anthropology, Ateneo
Bebop - English Literature, DLSU
Alessandra - Industrial Design, UST
Josh - Computer Engineering, Mapua
Veronica - Fine Arts, UST
Jelena - Biochemistry, DLSU or Architecture, UST
Aeon and Margo - Gap Year

Not bad at all right?

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Reading Murakami's "Norwegian Wood" did something terrible to me: it's like I can't read anymore. Too much of myself and the events in my life are reflected in that novel. I've been searching for the next book to read (excluding books I have to read for my classes, of course) but nothing seems to speak to me. I started Diane Setterfield's "The Thirteenth Tale", which is really beautiful, but I stopped somewhere because it wasn't speaking to me, really. I tried "Special Topics in Calamity Physics" by Marisha Pessl but gave it up on the second chapter. Took out Andre Dubus' "Selected Stories", read the story "Anna" and let its yellowing pages comfort me but I felt that I didn't really want to get into Anna's world, so I stopped, too. Then, when all else fails, I usually turn to my ultimate "comfort" book--any Gaiman title, actually--"Fragile Things" but this time, it failed me, too. Or better yet, I failed it. I couldn' t connect. I couldn't get in.

What have you done to me this time, Mr. Murakami? I am haunted. It's driving me crazy.

Am I Naoko or Midori? And who are you in my life, Toru?