The Actor

I was trying to sneak down the hall to my hovel this morning when I heard a brouhaha in a classroom where I knew a poor substitute teacher was being subjected to a unique kind of hell that only substitute teachers can know. I tried to slink by, but, as a former substitute teacher, I couldn't stand the guilt I was feeling so I ventured in with the rowdy little punkies and attempted to assist. I ended up reading a version of Goldilocks to this group and if I do say so myself, my little bear voice is pretty good---an annoying whine. After lunch I read with my third grade peep about Denali National Park in Alaska. At the end of the day, I read Horace and Morris, but mostly Delores to some K's during their free choice time.

This evening was the highlight of my literacy pleasure. I heard Martin Sheen speak on campus. We sat very close to the actor/activist and he was a charming and inspiring story teller. He recited poems by Tagore and Emma Lazarus and chatted about social activism, his love of acting, his alcoholism, his son, his faith. At the end the host gave him a Hoosier T-shirt and Mr. Sheen put it on. He looked great.