Gladly would I teache, and gladly lerne.

Bought this rocking collection, Poetry Speaks, which set me back $50, but it's all these poets reading their poems aloud, going back to Browning and Tennyson. So cool.

The Uncooperator didn't think the students were really responding to the Hughes poem--I had to hear about all the kids who were spacing out in back. I know they're spacing out. Conversely, today only two kids were completely tuned out, and most of them were following along and reading. Every fucking time I make a suggestion she tells me it's not going to work. So much for this being my time to make mistakes.