Yeah. Way Different Now.
Sunday April 28 Lake Perris sunny & damp; windy No fish!
Friday morning I met Julia and Judy at Julia's apartment up off Los Feliz. They followed me to my mom's where I left my truck, and I drove us in Judy's Honda from there down I-15 to the National Teacher's Conference on Math. We took a shuttle from out hotel to the convention center. There were some 25,000 teachers wandering around from all ever the country. The size was a distraction because of the thought of chatting with other teachers from New Orleans and Albuquerque, like those I spoke with on the bus. The first conference we attended was on using children's literature in math. The lit selections were good, but it was pretty old hat, obvious stuff. Then we went to a conference on organizing a math olympics at school. I got a good idea for a "hands-on" activity to present to the faculty like I have to on Thursday. After that we strolled around San Diego. I led the girls to Dick's Last Resort for a bucket of fries and shrimp and catfish and chicken, and I had two thirty-two oz. beers. I talked about what a wild ass I was in college and what a change it was for me to be taken seriously professionally.
There are many gold flakes in the water here at Lake Perris. Fool's gold, I guess.
This is something new for me, this coming to terms with the extreme behavior of my past.
More on that later.
After lunch we caught the shuttle back to the hotel and met Mario and Agar. Mario and I walked over to Kelly's Pub, and I had some margaritas and again I was questioned about my past. Drinking and Drugs and Jail, etc. I really am a different person now, if not entirely happy about it. Then we drove out to Old Town San Diego for some more margaritas. I got an Albert Camus journal and a book of archetypal story structures from myth, based on the teachings of Joseph Campbell. I'm excited that the book will be useful in organizing my story. Back at the hotel Mario produced a bag, and I rolled one and we got high by the pool, and again I told of being arrested at UCI. Back at the room the ladies talked and giggled until security came and asked us to keep it down.
Friday morning I met Julia and Judy at Julia's apartment up off Los Feliz. They followed me to my mom's where I left my truck, and I drove us in Judy's Honda from there down I-15 to the National Teacher's Conference on Math. We took a shuttle from out hotel to the convention center. There were some 25,000 teachers wandering around from all ever the country. The size was a distraction because of the thought of chatting with other teachers from New Orleans and Albuquerque, like those I spoke with on the bus. The first conference we attended was on using children's literature in math. The lit selections were good, but it was pretty old hat, obvious stuff. Then we went to a conference on organizing a math olympics at school. I got a good idea for a "hands-on" activity to present to the faculty like I have to on Thursday. After that we strolled around San Diego. I led the girls to Dick's Last Resort for a bucket of fries and shrimp and catfish and chicken, and I had two thirty-two oz. beers. I talked about what a wild ass I was in college and what a change it was for me to be taken seriously professionally.
There are many gold flakes in the water here at Lake Perris. Fool's gold, I guess.
This is something new for me, this coming to terms with the extreme behavior of my past.
More on that later.
After lunch we caught the shuttle back to the hotel and met Mario and Agar. Mario and I walked over to Kelly's Pub, and I had some margaritas and again I was questioned about my past. Drinking and Drugs and Jail, etc. I really am a different person now, if not entirely happy about it. Then we drove out to Old Town San Diego for some more margaritas. I got an Albert Camus journal and a book of archetypal story structures from myth, based on the teachings of Joseph Campbell. I'm excited that the book will be useful in organizing my story. Back at the hotel Mario produced a bag, and I rolled one and we got high by the pool, and again I told of being arrested at UCI. Back at the room the ladies talked and giggled until security came and asked us to keep it down.
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