Yesterday was tiring…our first real hands-on lab with kids and chemicals and hot water and other dangerous things. Today, we do it again, times two. We only got through one station yesterday; today we will force them to get through two. Reading the instructions is apparently hard, even though I review them ahead of time. You never know what they’ll do that makes no sense, so you’re constantly pivoting (hate that word), relabeling, adding materials to the bins to make it easier, and then reviewing all the safety rules AGAIN because someone thought it was funny to taste something. Sigh. Easy to get your steps in at least. Meanwhile, my co-teacher and I are desperately trying to plan next week (it’s happening)…I need to be further ahead than we are. Not happening. And it’s stressful. And neither of us needs more stress at the moment. Ah well.
I’m still quilting. It’s an hour a night, so it takes forever. Not really, but it feels that way. At the end of the night, I’ll have quilted a 10″ square and that’s it. Because there’s a lot of tiny little things in it…so it takes a long time. Here’s Monday night’s progress…
The graveyard…I finished the swamp on the other side too and did some legs and stuff to get to this side. Last night, I finished that side and most of the torso…
I need to finish the left knee and then I can do the head and move up into space. I might finish the outlining tonight. We’ll see. Then on to the background. That pin in the explosion is because I keep finding little pieces I forgot to stitch down, so I mark them for when I run out of bobbin thread. It’s the easiest time to switch the top thread to the invisible stuff I use for stitchdown. Although I think I redid the bobbin thread last night and forgot to fix the two pinned areas. Ah well. It will happen eventually.
Yesterday, I had a kid/parent meeting after school, had to call a parent (see lab info above), then worked on an assignment for next Tuesday (yup…that’s where we’re at), then went to an art opening of a friend at a new cheese shop in La Mesa…
Then came back and graded an assignment (grades are due Tuesday) around eating dinner, washed dishes, and came in here and quilted. Then slept really badly until my blood sugar alarm went off (adjusting insulin AGAIN) and now I’m up to do it all again. Well, minus the kid meeting and the art opening, insert pilates, emptying the dishwasher, and cooking dinner…and taking the trash out. I get help with the last one, and I preempted the crazy by doing some of the composted food stuff on Sunday so today would be less nuts. It will still be nuts. The next four days are all nuts.
You know, I knew Charlie Kirk’s name, but I mostly ignore the extreme right-wing crazies (and he is one of those)…this just solidifies my feelings about him…
‘A teaching experience for children.’ WHAT. THE. FUCK. Because my students aren’t traumatized enough? Because when untreated traumatized people grow up, they don’t cause issues in society? Like shooting people? Yeah, no thanks. As more and more quotes from this man come out, the more glad I am that I never really listened to him. It would have increased my blood pressure. I know those people are out there…and I’m extremely concerned about how our government is swinging wildly in the wind at the moment…but I didn’t need those quotes or clips in my brain all the time. No one does. As someone who works with kids for my job, this is sick and twisted. Disturbing. And it’s even scarier that the politicians of the right don’t call that out. Terrifying. But hey, that’s where we’ve been for the last few years, and for some groups, they’ve been there forever. I wish I had an easy solution, an empathy injection that would flip the board, but I haven’t figured it out yet.
In lighter news…
Mine are probably Papyrus instead of Comic Sans. Ah well. I do love fonts. I spent 30 minutes the other day loading more fonts into my Google suite so I’d have more choices. Really, just for the titles…our kids have a hard time reading, so everything else needs to be in a chill font.
OK. Much as I dread today, it’ll probably be fine. They’ll be engaged and busy at least. It’s just on my end, boiling water, answering questions, making sure no one tastes anything or puts something up their nose…fun times. I’ll collapse back into this chair around 9:30 PM and start quilting again. Maybe get a better night’s sleep? Ugh. Looking for balance, y’all…always looking for balance.
Kathy Nida 