Oh. My. It’s been fun y’all. Really. This week? I’m sure it’s the 7th Thursday this week. Yes, I know it’s not really Thursday. Or the 7th Thursday in a week. It just FEELS that way. I haven’t cried yet (knock on wood, growth mindset!), so either that’s a good thing, or the meditation and ashwaganda are doing their jobs. Maybe. I might just be in shock.
So, there’s 10 days of school left. Time enough to teach pregnancy and unplanned pregnancies (aka birth control) and STDs. And grade everything? I think kids have stopped trying to fix their grades. Mostly. I’m OK with that. If you haven’t figured it out by now, you’re unlikely to. It’s absolute chaos. Nothing new there. So just strap in, hold on, and scream, and eventually it will be done.
Art! I have a ton of things going on in my head. I’m trying to cull down the things I want to try during the residency to a reasonable number. I can’t do ALL the things in a week…I think. Trying to make sure I have stuff to prep and to do the things. Need materials and some bases to work on. So I’ve been pulling books off of bookshelves and searching up materials lists. That part is fun. I’m also sort of halfheartedly working on this piece, which really really wanted to be made for a long time.
So I quilted her in two nights.
She’s seriously uncomplicated, unlike me. Trim her tonight, put a binding on?
Then what? Then I need to start drawing. Or do something else small and uncomplicated. I’ll have to figure that out.
It’s been this for DAYS.
Like BRING IT. Rain plasma down from the heavens! OK, no, we don’t want fires. RAIN from the heavens! But no. It’s just humid and thick and uncomfortable and you don’t even get the excitement of thunder and lightning, very very frightening me.
This is fun. And so true. And why men’s sperm counts are down.
And we don’t know how to get rid of them. Also, fuck Southwest for putting Gulf of American on their flight tracker. FUCK THEM. Like arrogant shit much? Sigh.
This is so incredibly true. I just moved a huge pile from one place to another…
I SHOULD READ SOME OF THEM. True really. I should. It’s not like I’m not reading; I totally am, every day, for probably too long. Considering all the other shit I should be doing that I’m not. Procrastination? Not really. Just. OK. Maybe. Yeah. I mean, I’d rather read a chapter about demons and vampires than weed whack the slope or replace the solenoid in the sprinkler valve. IDK what my issue is with that, but my brain is just like screaming NO at me. OK brain. Chill. I won’t make you screw the thing in and attach the wires.
OK. Today I am teaching about body image and things. I remember this being a stupid lesson, the way it’s designed, not the learning of it. I didn’t design it. All this was designed by a committee. Yes, a committee I was on, but trying to explain to parents what the average middle schooler will and won’t do in a classroom is torture, plus other teachers are much more wholesome (read: not cynical) than I am and think kids WANT to draw little pictures representing themselves for 20 minutes at the end of the year…I mean, SOME of them do, but I’ve got a whole group of rancid fermenting boys that just want to yell PENIS and run around like chickens with their heads cut off. So yeah. That’s today. Meeting this morning. Somewhat stressful. Lots going on. Could do without it, but it spiraled. Or mushroomed. Or mushroom spiraled. Then after school, I swear I am going to ceramics. I’ve been SO TIRED. But I’m going. I need to. It’ll be fine. I don’t have book club tonight (it got moved) and I’m not cooking, so there’s no rush. I can just go and glaze and listen to my audiobook and chill out. Hopefully. That’s my plan. The rest can go fuck itself.
Kathy Nida 