On overthinking

We do Students of the Month in my building, awarded … well, every month, as you might expect. Each teacher gets to name one every month, and there are no rules for who you choose to nominate, or at least none that have ever been presented to me. The kids get their picture taken for a trophy case in the hallway, a small assortment of goodies, and free admission to any sports or school activities for the following month. We got the email today to fill out our spot in the spreadsheet for March, and … damn, am I having a hard time picking a kid this month.

My usual rules, or at least guidelines:

  • Someone I like (obviously);
  • with good grades, or poor grades that have shown recent and notable improvement;
  • not a behavior issue, or, again, a former behavior issue who has shown significant improvement;
  • Good attendance;
  • I try to pay attention to gender and racial diversity, but there aren’t, like, quotas;
  • and — and this can be the hard one — has not been nominated before by another teacher.

It’s entertaining to wonder about what might happen– the answer is almost certainly “nothing,” but whatever– if I just nominated the same kid every month; I doubt anyone would say anything, but I like to pick less obvious kids, even if it occasionally leads to kids who are doing great in my room hassling me about how I haven’t chosen them yet. Generally that type of kid is willing to accept “I would, but you’ve already been nominated four times this year,” and if not I can always just tell them I don’t nominate anyone who asks.

But yeah. I don’t have any obvious choices this month, and a couple that might have been good choices earlier in the year have been on my nerves lately, and there’s one kid who I’d like to reward, because he has improved, but he’s still failing all of his classes– he’s just gone from scores in the zeroes and tens to high forties and low fifties, and I’m worried that if I nominate him he’ll immediately get himself suspended.

Which is a thing that happens, more often than is statistically reasonable. Not just with my kids, but with the whole list– I’m pretty sure I could get a decent office pool going each month betting on which two or three kids from the SotM list are going to be suspended within two days of getting the award. Which, by the way, cancels your free tickets, although you get to keep your pencils or whatever and we don’t scratch your face out of the picture.

Hell, that would be kind of hilarious. A big, theatrical X over the face of every kid who got suspended right after being named Student of the Month. Even better if we didn’t explain it, since the trophy case is literally right by the main door to the building. I’d love to see the parent looking at all those pictures and then realizing that 15% or so of them have their faces marked out. Maybe we’ll put a camera in there.

At any rate, I’ve got a tentative choice, and I’ve got until next Friday to decide, but it’s taken a lot of thinking for an honor that is not exactly going to change a kid’s life. Maybe I’ll take a look at the kids who won in August and add them back into the pool. True story: my original August choice got arrested the day before SotMs got announced and I had to switch her out on short notice. This genuinely is a thing, I swear.

Two facts about my day

Fact the First: I have been nominated for Teacher of the Year. Again. This is the fourth time; I’ve won twice, although obviously not in this building. A quick check of the other nominees and cross-referencing them against grade levels and subject matter suggests that I have a decent chance of winning, although there are no bad candidates on the list and losing will not be remotely upsetting.

Fact the Second: We went shopping after work, and I am wearing my new comfy pants, which are the comfiest comfy pants in history. I want to go back and buy six pairs.

I will give you one guess as to which fact is the one that makes me happy and which fact is the one that triggered fifteen minutes of crippling self-doubt and anxiety in the middle of class today.

Tomorrow is the last day with the children for a week. I can do this.

Hugo eligibility reminder

I’m minutes away from doing my own nominations for the 2016 Hugo awards, so let me briefly remind everyone who can vote that Warrior Jayashree and the Young is eligible for Best Short Story.  Your consideration is greatly appreciated.

Oh, why not: #Hugo awards eligibility post

Unknown.pngRumor has it that Hugo nominations are going to open up next week, and I have two– count ’em, two! different works that will be eligible for nomination.

(Yes, indie authors are eligible.  I checked.)

The first is my novel The Sanctum of the Sphere, published in April of 2015.  This would obviously be eligible for the Best Novel Hugo.  You are a ridiculous person if you nominate Sanctum for Best Novel.  I wrote Sanctum.  I really like it.  I think you would really like it if you haven’t read it.  But it’s not in Best Novel territory.  (I love you to death if you’d actually consider it.  You’re crazy, but I love you.  Also, keep reading.)

My second eligible work is my short story Warrior Jayashree and the Young, published on this site on May 6, 2015.  Jayashree is eligible in the Best Short Story category.  And … well, I really like this story, and I’ve read previous nominees, and damn it, I think it’s competitive with a number of them.

I have no idea how many people other than myself are reading this that are eligible to cast ballots or nominate (you have to be a member of WorldCon to do that,) and I do not plan to nominate my own work.  But I would be very grateful to discover that Jayashree passed muster with a couple of people.

(Note that I am not eligible for the John W. Campbell award, as that one does specify professional publication.)

I will be attending WorldCon this year one way or another, as it’s in Kansas City and we have friends there.  I’m hoping to be there in a professional capacity (as a vendor) and obviously to be a nominee would be insane, but I’m not crazy.  Still, it’d be nice to see a vote or two, if anyone is able and willing to do so.

Some rambling about the #Hugoawards

Photo by Kevin Standlee.
Photo by Kevin Standlee.

I know, I get it.  Awards don’t mean anything.  Sometimes terrible things win awards, and sometimes things that are wonderful don’t win them, and did you know that the award for Best Thing was won in 1935 by this thing that you’ve never seen or heard of when that thing is totally still around and being used by everyone everywhere, and they came out in the same year???

Don’t care.  I ain’t gonna lie: I’d love to be nominated for a Hugo.  I’d love to win a Hugo, or even the John W. Campbell award, which is given out with the Hugos but isn’t one for some reason.  Weirdly, as an independent author I think I’m eligible for all of the Hugo awards except the Campbell, which is awarded for Best New Writer and requires a professional sale to qualify.  Needless to say, I’m pretty sure I received no nominations on this ballot that I’m aware of, and even if my career as a writer takes off more substantially in 2016 (not that I’m complaining about 2015, or at least the non-August parts of 2015) that probably isn’t likely to change in the next year or two.

Hopefully the awards will still be worth winning by then.  This year’s shenanigans have ensured that the bad guys are going to declare victory no matter what happens tonight; if the Sad Puppies/Rabid Puppies slate wins, it’ll be because Yay white guys!!! and if it loses it’ll be See, we were right about the conspiracy!!!, and if some of them win and some of them lose we’ll see people declaring victory from both angles.  I’d like to hope that we won’t have to go through this bullshit again next year but these jackasses do not seem to be very good at shutting up and going away, and they do seem very good at shitting all over everything they can touch, which is not an especially good combination.

For the record, I’ve voted in the last two WorldCons, and for this one I mostly voted for No Award, although I was happy to toss a vote to The Goblin Emperor, which I enjoyed tremendously even though to this day I can’t quite explain why.  Cixin Liu’s The Three-Body Problem was also excellent, although rereading my review just now it appears to have grown on me since I initially read it.

Maybe I’ll start my own slate next year.  We can call ourselves the Fucking Exhausted Puppies.  You never know, it might work.

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Wait no

I just bought a Supporting Membership for Loncon.  So I get to vote in the Hugos this year.

That’s exciting.

Going to bed now.  Which is also exciting.

Maybe I’ll just read a book or something.

I got nothing today, folks.  How are you?

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