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the fourth year students have been away for the past two months. they come back next week and we have to finish our american literature class. we're studying the 'great gatsby'.

i was informed that i would have to finish 21 periods with them in five days. that's a little more than four periods a day with them talking about a book that they surely didn't read. i'm going to spend an entire week standing in front of 110 students with a microphone in my hand and a pink, photocopied version of the book and be frustrated.

i hope to get through the class with all of them knowing a bit more about the roaring 20's, swingers and the subtleties of power, but who knows what will really happen. more than likely i'll end up scolding some of the students from coming in late, teaching with a boisterous voice and broad gestures and just trying to keep them all awake. it's horrible to teach people things they don't really want learn.

i now empathize with all of my former teachers.