Something smells rotten in the state of Denmark

And all throughout upstairs at work. With all of the water damage in the ceiling, the school has involuntarily taken up a science experiment of seeing how long what I’m certain from the smell must be toxic mold can grow above our heads before it affects the students. (But could it really bring their grades down anymore? Just kidding. I’ve lucked out with mostly decent students this time around.) It has gotten to the point of them no longer allowing classes to go up there (mind you, I moved out of my classroom after it went underwater and falling ceiling tiles threatened to take out a couple of students).

At any rate, my latest class has finally gotten through Hamlet. It was very shaky at times—at many times—but I am pleased to report that no one has failed. I’m not too sure my little lessons have fallen on appreciative ears or that my students have gotten too much out of cramming one of The Bard’s greatest in eight days, but we got through it.

And I’ve gotten through another five-week session of classes and five weeks of working pulling 13-hour work days most days with only two workfree days in those five weeks (no exaggeration). So you can almost understand why I haven’t been writing in forever, right?

But all of that is hopefully going to change soon. As I found out on Monday, there are no classes for me to teach for the next modular. This is completely not what I signed up for, but I won’t get into that one this posting. So, perhaps, I shall soon be writing for my supper, or something like that.