Not much has happened since my last entry. I have been subbing every day this week, which is good because we need the money, but I have not been able to do any ranching. Subbing has been hard recently. I got word that several students hate me. I guess this shouldn't be a surprise. I make them do boring work left by their teacher. If I do my job, then they will hate me. I'm just not used that. When I taught before, I was well liked by my students, so this is a bit of an adjustment. Oh well, can't be helped. I will continue to do what I am paid to do.
A student actually locked me out of the classroom the other day. That was really humiliating, but I take no small satisfaction that he rides people's horses for money and that I was at one time thinking of sending him some business. Not any more. Is it wrong to take pleasure in that?
The weather has been nicer. I am anxiously awaiting the birth of some calves. On Saturday, we will go take a look. I will post a picture of our first.
I'm showing the movie "The Patriot" in Social Studies at the alternative school. Some of them are pretty interested in my reenacting experiences. One kid asked me what my weirdest reenacting experience was. After class was over, I remembered it.
We were galvanized (playing Yankee) at a national event, Raymond, MS. This was a tactical event, with no or few limitations on when action could occur. In layman's terms, we were not playing to the crowd, but for fun and we could be attacked at anytime. Anyway, we were making our breakfasts one morning and noticed that we had gotten a lot of flat biscuits (tortillas). Someone commented that they figured they could throw their tortilla further than anyone else. That's how it started. Before long, it escalated into a fight between companies. Horses were tugging on their leads to avoid the strange white discs flying through the air. Company commanders were forming their lines to present the maximum firepower to their opponents. When we were done, it looked like the wilderness that the Hebrews passed through with manna all over the ground. We retired to our camps, laughing and joking. Suddenly, a group of riders appeard across the field. Confederate Cavalry was riding in fast. One of our Vietnam Vets yelled, "INCOMING!!!" and we grabbed our pistols and returned fire as best we could. However, amidst the fray, I saw confused Confederate troopers being pelted with Yankee flat biscuits.