April Rue
April has been described as the cruelest month, as one full of showers, and it is a month full of celebrations from April Fool’s Day to pretzels.
Most notably, at least for me, is how April is a month celebrating poetry in that it’s National Poetry Month. Usually I post a poem every day. Didn’t happen this year.
I also do a Shakespeare shout out on my blog. Sorry, Bill–happy belated 454. He did get a video acknowledgement in the school’s morning announcements.
I managed to celebrate Poem in a Pocket Day on April 26 by handing out poems to my students. Always a big hit. I just didn’t write about it.
I didn’t even read much this month. *sigh*
So what did I do this month?
A small pause and a reflection…
I taught in fits and starts. Mainly having fits about the difficulty of starting a unit, considering after we returned from spring break we had a week to prepare students for a week of state testing.
No, I am not going there.
I became so frustrated with not being able to teach without interruptions to the class schedule that I would go home and binge watch Doctor Who. I could have run to my usual standby of Haagen-Daz or chocolate, but I am trying to find non-caloric comfort food these days. The Doctor works.
Somewhat sad and pathetic I know.
But–
May is nipping around the calendar and that means AP winding down and diving into Julius Caesar.
I’m ready to spring into a new month.
Pam Webb 
Oh, for uninterrupted ANYTHING! I hear you.
April was a frazzling month. Not teaching is somehow more draining.
Bingw watching Doctor Who is always a good thing, I always love to retreat into Tom Baker’s gothic horror period when things frustrate me.
Peter Capaldi is my Doctor at this time
Don’t be hard on yourself; we all have months like that. My April was similarly cruelly unproductive. (My source of comfort was Colombo reruns and surplus Easter candy.)
*raises wine glass* To the future!
Peter Falk—oh, the memories. He was the perfect grandfather in The Princess Bride. How did you end up with surplus? You forgot where you hid your kid’s basket again?
An only child can only eat so much candy.