I am really sitting here trying to write something profound about teenagers or theatre or teaching or the teaching of theatre to teenagers or something – – but tonight no clue. The Memorial Day weekend went well. All got rested and reset – – well, perhaps not reset – – that would imply that “things” are back on-line. But I am not feeling the “on-line” tonight.This afternoon as I was sitting with the next group of future seniors beginning their dialogues about the search for college and the meaning of life, I was struck by one thing. I had just opened a new box of paperclips – and there in the middle of the pile was a serious of 3 paperclips fastened together making a bit of a mini-bracelet. It made me mad, I HATE when someone purloins your desk and dares to daisy chain all of your paperclips. That just makes me crazy. How in the world does that lead to good office organization? I just hate it. But, here in a newly opened box was the beginnings of this daisy chain. Who could have done this? Paperclips aren’t made this way. Someone must have snuck into the paperclip packaging room.
And that, my readers, is my wee bit of insight for the night. Trust your paperclips to no one. Oh, and that senior thing? We’ll get to it next class? I need to get the bottom of this paperclip thing.