I have spent too much time on what a good day isn't (I have so many examples of what isn't a good day waiting to be blogged. If they still amuse me by the weekend, they might end up here.)and I think it's time to share what it is.
Watching Henri-Georges Clouzot's Mystery of Picasso with my Humanities class is what a good day is.
Nothing on earth should compel High School students to watch this film. It's black and white, subtitled, and its only plot is that of Picasso painting. They loved it. Freaking loved it. It should be noted that when LW saw his first Picasso nude, he cried out, "What must her father think!?"
I need a break from those who suck the best from me only to climb out the classroom window. I am beyond thankful for those who give some of it back.