mascot

I'm trying to remember some good basketball game chant about how our team (see above) will kick the other team's ass. Apparently I've never been good at those competition rituals.

It's wild to look at my old high school's website. Of course there was no website when I was there, and no computers even. It was 21 years ago I graduated. It was wild that one of the secretaries now was a co-worker 24 years ago, and her big dream was to be a school secretary - so I'm glad that's worked out for her. She's always been lousy at keeping in touch but I'll try an email. She could be a grandma now. And I am barren (it's an Edith Sodergran poem - don't ask).

I looked at old classmates who are teachers there now; no faces of teachers there when I was.

Is this a mid-life crisis? It has all the signs of it, except no shiny new red Porsche outside. I'm not real fond of where I am right now, and I'm real uncertain about where I'm heading.

I don't miss teaching, not really. I miss the kids a lot, and those times that we had a really great time. But all the other crap - that showing up every day and always being on stage. I don't miss being disciplinarian, advocate, counselor, mommy. Law may take my time, and suck the lifeforce out of me, but it'll never take my soul - that was done long ago.

Anyway, I think this mascot logo is kick-ass. I may be biased, having walked past a stuffed wolf in a glass case every morning for four years. There's something odd about me, being Alaskan. Or maybe that's just me. But I can't think of a single person I now from Alaska who isn't ... quirky. And the quirkiest of all are those who move there and stay! (that's for you Tiff - if you're reading - lol)