I'm in the final revisions of the syllabus for next year's coursework. Most years, I find it exciting to put down exactly what will be covered, having a map of sorts. This year? Groan.
First semester is WWI, taught across history, language arts, social studies, science, and humanities. Fine, that's easy enough to engage a student's attention. Second semester I'm teaching the 14th Century in Europe, which means Chaucer, the Black Death, The Peasant Revolt, the Little Ice Age, the Hundred Year's War, and the Schism in the church. Oh, that's going to be a wonderful sixteen weeks. I can't wait. I can't even resort to film for Chaucer as the only film version of The Canterbury Tales I'm familiar with is Pasolini's, and that's not appropriate for grade four. I'm not sure that's appropriate for anyone.
The only part of next year's curriculum I'm looking forward to (not surprisingly) is physics. And maths (pre-algebra, woo-hoo!). I'm sure I'll snap out of my apathy once I'm up to my ears in Pope and Anti-Pope, but right now, putting it all down on paper, it looks like a long slog.
Blogging will likely be light until I get this done. Then, I'm putting on my best psychedelic maxi-dress, and flipping someone off.
"Hey Chaucer-here's what you can do with your Knight's Tale..."