And behold. The Mormon Child Bride is wracked with guilt. (a true Nielson never misses an opportunity to feel guilt.)
I feel guilty for being so grumpish. I feel guilty that my Bridezilla post was too mean (It was just supposed to be a funny story!) Ohhhhhhhh the guilt.
To make up for my grumpishness, I am going to share an experience that made me feel happy beyond my usual 7 or 8 level of happiness (old readers will recognize that phrase from an earlier post.) This was a 10.
Last week I actually got to teach an English class. One of my old teacher's from high school let me sub her class, and because she knew I had studied English in college, let me take over her lesson plan.
This is the poem I taught for her poetry unit. (Do you remember this poem from High School? When I saw it on the lesson plan I was like "Oh Yeahhhh")
We Real Cool
The Pool Players
Seven at the Golden Shovel
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
This is an English major's dreeaaaaaam poem to teach. The alliteration! The sentence structure! And the enjambment. Referring to how the poem cuts sentences in half by placing the beginning in one line and the ending in the next.
In class we spent a long time talking about why this is significant, and the class decided it had to do with the fake "cockiness" the kids are presenting. They think they're real cool, but they pause after each "We" like they don't really know who they are. That perfect mix of insecurity and bravado.
And thus the Mormon Child Bride rejoiced. Because I got to talk about poetry and get paid to say the word "enjambment" over and over and over.......