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My Tuesday students have my measure. One wrote a scene into one of her pieces tonight where I tortured students who were late by making them eat live cockroaches. I had to point out that she had made an incorrect assumption. How could I make anyone eat cockroaches when they aren't kosher?

One day I shall be a teacher who inspires awe and unceasing respect. That day has not yet come. At least my classes and I have fun in the meantime. Which reminds me, I have a bunch of essential oils to put away. No, I am not going to tell you what a family history writing class was doing with a dozen essential oils. It is our secret.

Next week we are playing with cassette recorders and soft cloth. I think that this needs to be left to your imagination as well.