Day 18, Whatever Tickles Your Fancy

Ok, so I'm getting really sick of having to write "whatever tickles my fancy". That phrase just makes me want to gag, I'm so sick of hearing it. I guess what "tickles my fancy" for this installment is my English teacher. She's the head of the English department here (at least I'm pretty sure she is. I met with her to talk about being an English teacher back in fall quarter). She's really interesting and makes the class interesting too. A lot of the kids in class don't like her because they think she's kind of sappy, mainly because of the way she talks about the things we read in class. But I think she has such great insight into the poems and plays and stories that we've read. I mean, of course anyone can BS insight with a poem, but it's just interesting to hear what she thinks the author meant by the word choice, and how the situations in plays we've read can be transferred into metaphors of our daily lives. People think it's cheesy, but I think the things she says are pretty deep actually.

In other news, it has been so horrendously windy here I can hardly sleep at night. The wind whistles through all the nets at the batting cage thing right outside my window and it sounds like someone's being murdered out there! And also last night I got to bed at midnight and was sleeping quite nicely, when my neighbor and her boyfriend had a tickle fight on her bed right next to the wall that my bed is on and so I was awakened by shrieks of laughter. Better than shrieks of pain, although I would've preferred no shrieking at all.

I have an English paper to write that is due tomorrow but I haven't started because it's a paper about personal experiences which I have no shortage of so I'm not too worried about it.