Mental Health

I just finished watching a dramatization on Gambling with my grade 11's in the Cafetorium. Although I was more than happy to have someone else entertain the little hoodlums, I also found the experience raised some unrelated questions for me.

At first the presentation was being up-staged by the dish-washers in the cafeteria----and my first thought was---I'm jealous of their job...WHAT? I'm a teacher and I want to be a dish-washer??? YEP!

Then when I finally adjusted to the constant interruption of voices and clanging of dishes in the cafeteria---- I thought, noooo....I'm jealous of their job----Yes-- the performers.

And then I thought...(back to the clanging dishes)....Hey those sounds remind me of summer camp----I want to go back to summer camp----maybe I can get a job at some summer camp this year----or wait----no----I want to join Habitat for Humanity and go help out some 3rd world country----you know, become more 'others-centred' and less 'self-centred'...and then I thought nooooo...I definitely want to finish writing MY show and perform it here in Toronto this summer----so yeah back to ME...

And then it hit me-----this show is shit! I can't believe these people get paid to travel and perform---duh---EXACTLY what I WANT TO DO-----and here I am wardening the masses in Scarlem shit-spectating-----I could do a better job with my students as the performers...yep, no jokes!

And then my thoughts were interrupted by an explosion of laughter....and I think---oh no I've missed something funny---shit ---I LOVE to laugh----but then I remember where I am and I immediately KNOW that whatever it was-----it probably won't be funny to me...and there it is again---the laughter that is------and this is what had our audience in stitches----every time the presenters mentioned the CENTRE FOR ADDICTION AND MENTAL HEALTH---the students would bust a gut at the word MENTAL.....yep...true story.

Travel and Perform---those were the days...I long for another tour.

Peace, Love and go MENTAL!
xoT.