this week at Friends, and already two days for next week, I am betting that there will be more. Yesterday, eighth and sixth grade, two and two, a hard day, then a last minute session at the library at 145th stareet. Wanted some evening entertainment, but was physically (and probably emotionally) strapped---spent the night at home, resting my wounds. Thursday morning a beautiful class with the seniors (subbing for regualar teacher Kate) as they discussed 100 Years of Solitude. Four groups gave terrific interpretations of visions that Kate set up for that. I sat there feeling great---could really see these students five or six months from now, having the a slightly more sophistacated talk at a college seminar. Not one ounce of "senior-itis" penetrated the discussion. The more I looked back on it, the more fulfilled I was. Yes, my life really revolves around Friends at this point. Probably will until the end of the year.
Not much else to report---other nights since Tuesday, I have been mostly in or watching part of a game at a bar and then going home. Tonight will probably go out to Bushwick to see Flako's entertainment at the Bushwick Starr---tomorrow, hope to see Anthology at Weeksville space on Buffalo Avenue in Brooklyn.
Rest of the day after session, before the evening unclear---will report on it soon...
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