Last Day

Tomorrow I go back to school. Not that I expect any sympathy--I've had a ridiculously long break--but I'm not really prepared. I haven't cracked the cover of the text book I'm teaching. Because I've been handed a text book and syllabus, I find myself not trying very hard to be original and own the material. That's rather terrible for someone who wants to teach for real, but there it is. I'd like to think that I would show more responsibility if I had more ownership. Also my study group is meeting for the first time and I'm supposed to have a presentation of sorts ready over Joyce's "The Dead" and John Huston's film. I am also wildly underprepared, yet I'm blogging, uploading music to my Ipod, and checking to make sure they haven't announced the Oscar nominations a week early for some crazy reason.

I love the Oscars. I revel in the fact that for four hours I can unashamedly glory in how wonderful movies are. Honestly--movies rock, I love 'em. There a list of all the movies eligible for nominations this year. I marvel at a. how many I haven't seen b. how many are already on video and c. how many are already forgotten. I get so excited before a film is released, but if something prevents me from seeing it opening weekend, I sometimes forget about it and I realize that it wasn't as important as I had thought. The sun continues to rise and set even though I still haven't seen Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason yet. (Though I am still very sad that I've not).

A thought as I was looking over the contenders. Wouldn't it be awesome if Tina Fey was nominated for Best Screenplay Adaptation for Mean Girls? She took it from a non-fiction book called Queen Bees and Wannabees: Helping Your Daughter Survive Cliques, Gossip, Boyfriends, and Other Realities of Adolescence. I haven't read the book (being currently neither an adolescence, nor the parent of one, it's not quite the top of my list), but I thought the film was brilliant. Just a thought. It may not be as dramatic as say Million Dollar Baby/"Rope Burns", but definitely innovative. It would be a little shake-up, like Eminem winning for best song instead of U2--not that I approved of that decision, but somehow the Academy neglected to ask my opinion that year.