Sicko Me
I don’t like Michael Moore. I’m not a fan of the way he presents his ideas. That’s just me, and it’s neither here nor there. What does offend me even more than Michael Moore is that when I google “sicko” to try to find a picture for this entry, I only get stuff related to his documentary. That is what I call lamo. Instead of googling “sicko,” I tried “sick cat,” and I found the picture of this book. I’ve never read this, but I’m strangely intrigued by the cover. It look familiar to anyone?
I’ve been out of commission for the past few days, and I’m sorry! Last weekend, Derrick’s friends came up, and this weekend my friends Jessica and Abid came up. While I appreciate the company, I think the general visitor stress plus school just really wore me out. I woke up with a cough on Saturday and just kept getting worse and worse and worse. My symptoms were similar to the “crud” I had around graduation, and I conveniently (per Derrick’s suggestion) saved some antibiotics from that illness. So between the antibiotics, Theraflu, Tylenol, hot tea, and lots of sleep and TV, I am finally feeling human again.
Being sick has its consequences. I missed poetry workshop last night and teaching comp and lit today, and yesterday I had to cancel my first class (classes, with my two sections) of the semester. In my two years at NAU, I only canceled one class due to illness. Here, I’ve already had to cancel in the first two months—and it HAD to be on a day a paper was due. I felt/feel like such a slacker. But as I stood in the bathroom coughing and looking at my bedraggled self in the mirror, I knew that there was no way I would be capable of running a class, let alone drive myself over to campus without coughing my way into a wreck. Barbara Anderson always told me that you can’t worry about if you are sick and need to cancel class. Students need a day off too. I hope the extra couple days helped on their paper (which they should all have in hand tomorrow. I’m crossing my toes). Only three students emailed me with questions. I’m expecting the worst 
I am a poet, Pushcart Prize nominee, and 2011 graduate of Georgia College & State University’s MFA program. I am looking for a teaching position where I can help foster students’ creativity and critical thinking skills.
This book cover looks familiar to me. I noticed down at the bottom it says Scholastic which could mean that I saw it in one of their monthly catalogs or maybe during a book fair. I wonder what it’s about.
Maybe it’s about this troubled boy who killed a cat and stuffed it in his backpack and was going to present it in Show ‘N Tell, but it stunk so bad he had to throw it away in the cafeteria trash bin. Come to find out that Principal McCormick found the cat hours later. Then, just around the corner, comes Encyclopedia Brown, the cool suave elementary-school private investigator, to solve the crime. He finds out that it was Roger Stenchman who had killed the cat by sniffing the backpacks of everyone in Mrs. Hill’s 4th grade class. Principal McCormick calls Roger’s parents to tell them that their son might have a future in homicide and sentences Roger two weeks of OSS and awards Encyclopedia brown a week of free icy pops during lunch.
…wait maybe this was another book.