10 days off, during which I'd hoped to recover from my cold and get some rest. Instead, the cold got much worse and I head back to work aching, hacking, and diminished. But I shan't feel sorry for myself. I'm teaching Poe this trimester, and being tubercular and of melancholy bent will suit me. This is the 200th anniversary of Poe's birth, after all, and his grave and the house he shared with Muddy and Virginia are very close to my school. I'm excited!
After Poe we move into stories of the underworld from various cultures, which is a cool way to do social studies and literacy combined. The kids are going to research different ideas of hell and then write stories about spending time in the underworld of their choice.