Wishing Upon A Star

July 21 – losing time

I was so relieved when she called that I cried. Then I yelled at her. But she’s fine.

Thankyou, God.

How do I manage to lose a whole day and essentially have nothing to show for it?

Today was parent’s day, which is always a hassle. Now, during the regular school year you meet the parent, chat, tell them what you think of their kid (kindly if possible) and send them on their way. Not in summer school. The parents accompany the kids to class, and spend the day lurking in your room. My goal was to have so much going on that I wouldn’t be able to talk to the parents individually and have the kids so busy that the parents might have to help.

For the most part it worked. I had kids in various stages of paper mache, which in most cases involves a huge mess, and if they weren’t using paper mache, they were working with clay.

Not playdough. Real clay. Messy class. Gray, sandy, dusty, clay.

It was great.

There was so much going on that you didn’t know where to look. And I had it all under control and the kids and their parents seemed happy.

I felt like a ringmaster.

I love it when a plan actually works for a change.

The rest of the day was one of those days I hate. Things like the Laundromat and grocery store. Although, I must say that a midweek afternoon is a great time to go to the Laundromat. I was totally alone and cold spread the clothes into about eight separate dryers, which cut down on the driving time considerably.

Tonight was an emcee meeting. Again. It seems endless and this is one of the committees I dread. But it wasn’t too bad. I felt as if I got my points across, and made it known that I’d do what I can, but I wasn’t going to be told how to run my life. Nor was I going to do the work so that everyone else can use my research to write their introductions. It worked. I don’t think I want to kill anyone.

Of course this was but one meeting. We have another next week to try to write the script for the show.

Let’s say the jury is still out.
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