Monthly Archives: August 2012

Classes start Monday: Tales of Woe

Monday is the first day of this academic year for the high school classes I teach. The missus and I have been frantically working to get ready. But will the students be ready for us? Even more, will they be ready for the tales of weal and woe that will be visited upon them this Fall?

In thinking about this, I just realized that almost every reading assignment this quarter is a tale of woe and suffering. My sophomore humanities class begins with Homer’s Iliad. The great thing about Homer is that in the three thousand years since the Iliad has come down to us, there has yet to have been a writer or storyteller who can match the vividness of his violent death scenes. He is the poet-par-excellence of gore.

My junior humanities class has the privilege of entering into another form of suffering. Dante’s Inferno is our first book of the new academic year. Dante created new forms of suffering for those who did not suffer enough in this world! However, there is some comic relief for the juniors, because in the English class I teach them, we begin with Canterbury Tales.

But we are not finished yet! The seniors, having already been exposed to the this-worldly violence of Homer and the hellish violence of Dante will enter the dystopian worlds of George Orwell and Aldous Huxley with 1984 and Brave New World, respectively.

Thankfully, the Latin classes I teach are pretty straightforward and methodical. Otherwise, I might need to undergo a psychiatric evaluation after inundating myself with all of these forms of suffering for the next eight weeks!

Anniversary Dinner

The missus and I went out for our aforementioned twenty-fifth anniversary dinner at Ruth’s Chris tonight.  It was quite a nice evening.  The company was second-to-none.  The food and service were both impressive.  There were a couple of nice touches as well.  A line of rose petals was spread across our white tablecloth, and a handwritten note thanking us for celebrating our special occasion with the restaurant greeted us at our table.

I teach high school, so of course, my mind wandered to, “this is where Ruth Chris meets American teen culture!.  The note at our table looked as though it had been written by one of my female students with big bubbly handwriting.  A couple of names came to mind that I shared with my wife.  However, I will not share them here so as not to incrimminate  the innnocent!

A question arose as to the specifics of an item on the menu, lyonnais potatoes.  Our waiter informed us that these are “hash browns.”  I refrained from asking if I could get them “scattered, smothered, and covered.” The filet compared favorably with the Waffle House T-bone.  The spring salad, sweet potato casserole, and spinach au gratin were excellent.  We even received a dessert platter with raspberry sorbet, chocolate bark, and a cheesecake round.

Speaking of which, I saw that Waffle House is retiring the T-bone.  It’s a sad day when even Waffle House is trying to make us healthy!  Are fat free, sugar free, organic doughnuts coming next?  Free range hot dogs?  Emissions control at NASCAR?  Who would have thunk it?

Update On Half Baked Manor

I’ve allowed the demands of paid work to keep me from blogging.  Silly me!

The grounds of Half Baked Manor have recovered from the drought of a couple of weeks ago.  Since I wrote of my obsession with watering the lawn, the Lord Himself has watered our lawn just about every day.  We have green grass in abundance.  Now, I just need to get my son to keep it cut.

Prospects for our 25th anniversary have brigthened as well.  One of my readers passed along to my mother-in-law that my wife and I bought grass for our anniversary.  She thought that was so unromantic that she took it upon herself to get us a gift card to go to Ruth Chris Steak House.  Thanks Mom!  You’re the best!

Ruth Chris is so out of my league I’m not even sure if I spelled it right!  I do know that it will be a new experience for us.  The small amount of intelligence that I have gathered so far has led me to believe that it will be a cut or two above Ronald McDonald’s Steak House.

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