Wednesday, June 9, 2010

tsunami warning


i'm on a roller coaster, people. solo. but one with no rails, with unforeseen dips and curves....we are heading into the last three weeks of school. the work load is of tsunamic (is that even a word?) proportions. i tend to be like an ostrich with her head in the sand. who isn't? madame M (the french mistress) that's who. she had her reports done literally in the third week after the hols. what could she possibly write about, i pondered? accents? vocabulaire? la revolution? beats me.


i spend my days at school wandering from one exam room to the next, sort of lost. dreamy. sieve brained. finding odd (as in strange, irrelevant) jobs to do that aren't remotely linked to the on coming tsunami. like sorting out the giant chess set outside the office (which, i might add, has been annoying me for ten months). poetry flows out of me. reams and reams of it. in blue curly ink. time on my hands? write poetry. fix the chess set. oh um...sigh..what else? blog? yes! as i eye out the pile of unmarked English Language Paper 2's lying belligerently on my desk. this is not going to end nicely. there are reports, the end of term magazine, next year's objectives (NEXT YEARS? who the hell knows that already? madam m, that's who. sigh. the planet might well be spinning the other way round next year for pete's sake) not so, according to mr nyamota, who is being surprisingly kind and patient. the truth is i have absolutely no idea what my objectives will be. aucune idee. zippo. zero. oh well. i'll just wing it. make it up. and then decide next year.


reports. what to say? well done X. he must have done something good along the way, although it's not at all apparent. biscuits and jolly juice all round. congratulations Y, we're so pleased you're leaving. here's a cheap little plastic medal for you. best of british luck, old chap. or: i would advise you to marry off M as soon as possible. there is no hope. you're wasting your money.


and if this isn't enough i have decided at the very last minute to put on a Julius Caesar production...trying to teach students to stab and die magnificently. conjuring up ways to spill liters of blood (water balloons filled with watery tomato sauce?) all ideas welcome, oh bestests. we're going maasai. shukas. spears. ostrich (apt i thought) feather head dresses. beads. twinklies. car tyre sandals. all terrifically roman, really.
the fact is there is an entirely different world in my head to the one spinning around me.


oh. my. god. this is so going to get ugly. everyone else has left the beach, runnin' wide eyed, except me. and my loyal horse. the sea looks strangely empty. the reef is exposed. the dogs have fled. the elephants have run up to the high ground. yachts are spinning the wrong way round.


and me?


i'm dreamily writing poetry in the sand.


(i work better under pressure. i work better under pressure. i work better under pressure.)
(i am brilliant. i am brilliant. i am brilliant. i am brilliant. i am brill-----)
by christ, i had better get on with it or i am history.
(is that the time? oh. off for dinner at the neighbours. can't be late now)

that said, toodely old toot oh best beloveds. bisous X.X.X. extremely poetic ones. extremely. x j

23 comments:

Dumdad said...

What another great blogpost, oh Janelle, high priestess of the blogosphere.

"i work better under pressure. i work better under pressure. i work better under pressure.)
(i am brilliant. i am brilliant. i am brilliant. i am brilliant"

That had echoes for me of The Shining and Jack the writer who wrote hundreds of pages with the same sentence on them repeated over and over again:

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

I think I'm scared.

"Heeere's Janelle!"

Mud in the City said...

But after those 3 painful weeks, surely as night follows day, will be holiday fun time. Time for horses and lazy days, gin in the afternoon and chewing the fat.

Now that is worth it!

Janelle said...

thanks DD...man. that film scared the shit out of me!! yikes. heading into the fire this morning...will be avoiding headmistress at all costs...x j

you're right mud, you're SO right but SO much to do before then and i CAN'T BLOODY WAIT. xx j

Val said...

hi J - havent been able to comment much lately because on borrowed IT time, but as always LOVING your blog posts and photos and take on life! loved those fields of flowers - wow - trippy :-) good luck with Julius Ceasar - will have a think....
nah the tsunami will turn into a roller to surf on
enjoy! xxx word veri exist! oh ok...

Amanda said...

please videotape julius and then post so we can all see the centurions in car tyre sandals and flying balloons filled with tomato sauce.....that image is burned into my head.

sounds completely rich -- must see.

loved the cheap plastic medal given to the outgoing teacher - yet another piece of crap for the landfill, right? the funny things we humans do to acknowledge one another...my son's school gave them each a medal this week for graduation -- i thought it a bit strange looking up on the stage and seeing the girls in their white ballgowns all medallioned like a ms. america pageant or something...

good luck and best wishes that your tsunami doesn't drag you under.... thanks for another amazing post taking me to a part of the world i long to see.....

Nancy said...

I am doing exactly the same thing. Surrounded by unopened boxes from moving, I am overwhelmed. Best to hit the blog...

family Affairs said...

I too am the queen of distraction and procrastination - and what a lot I can sort out in my head without actually doing it but JULIUS CEASAR FFS on top of it all - are you mad? My brother can make you some blood and guts stuff it you want. Lx

http://reluctantmemsahib.wordpress.com said...

loved sieved brain image. perfect. my middle daughter once got a report that said, 'this child is too eccentric for boarding school life'. i congratulated her, celebrated myself and took her out. eccentric is what works. conformity hasn't ever done if for her! xx

Janelle said...

eesh i tell ya val. the surf board will have to have outboard motors to ride this wave....lovely to hear from you. xxx j

thanks amanda! i'll try and get some footage but you'll likely be disappointed...or not!? xxx j

ooerh nancy, moving is always stressy, hey? good luck! xxx j

yes lulu, MAD. mad mad mad...feh. x xx j

eccentric is GOOD anthea. i agree! hurrah! xxx j

Reno said...

... it's just about the right time to trip on a loose rug or stub the big toe on a hidden in the grass big rock. maybe.

Janelle said...

huh reno? why? but why? x j

Reya Mellicker said...

You are definitely brilliant. Believe me.

Celeste said...

Hi Janelle,
I love your blog, it makes me weep, it makes me laugh it is fantastic. I can so hear you talking :) And yes, you are brilliant. xx

Angela said...

Janelle, I know no one like you. I wish you lived closer.

Tessa said...

Yeah, girlfriend, wild cowgirl of the African savannah, poet, lyricist, music maker, artist, teacher of all things to all peeps. You resonate.

Janelle said...

reya, celeste, tessa and geli....thank YOUS!!!! y'all say the nicest sweetest thangs...flippin' hell the intensity of work has increased since this went to press....have absolutely NO idea how i am still standing, smiling and producing anything with sense...feh. love and ribbons all 'round XXX j

ewix said...

Well, you are brilliant
yes, you will get all the boring school crap done

we always did
including grading 500 Regents papers each paper to be read twice ( at least) and 4 essays per student
and it was all done at the end of June sans A/C

the JC sounds splendido
and will be remembered for decades.....

Cassius has a 'lean and hungry look'

at the age of 10 this was NOT an apt description of me
but gosh we did love the stabbing bit!!!

bisous

karen said...

I'm late here, but in serious catch up mode once again! I love the idea of your version of shakespeare, and wow - the flower farm is just too beautiful. Hope the tsunami is subsiding a bit by now, and have a great weekend!!

Spiny Marshmallow said...

Love it! Youre the bestest

Karen said...

You *are* brilliant, and it's the perfect time to write poetry, because after all that grading your brain will be too tired...

By now (a couple weeks after you wrote this) the tsunami has hit and you've been swimming. I hope you're doing okay! I hope the fake blood was suitably dramatic!

Janelle said...

hey elizabeth, karen, pam...thanks y'all...yeah. still swimming but nearly home and dry....and will be back in bloggy sphere soon soon...only a few more days to go...but SHIT it's been HECTIC...love all 'round from my here to your theres. XXX j
word veri globterd....???

Miranda said...

Nearly done! 1 more week?

Tell us about the goat

No way! Word veri is equis!

Lori ann said...

just checkin on you...blogland isn't the same without you.

sending lots of sunshine and warm (sandy) hugs (it's summer here)and lots and lots of love.
lori