A PLACE IN THE PUZZLE

THIRTY DAYS OF THANKS AND GIVING DAY 24: A PLACE IN THE PUZZLE Do you fit in? Good God no! I do not fit in! I'm physically super sized, socially sloppy, and clumsier than Ursula’s butt in a bump-n-jump.  I love the little school district I work for. I’m “the” sub for the 8th-12th grade … Continue reading A PLACE IN THE PUZZLE

TODAY’S TEMPERATURE

Thirty Days of Thanks and Giving. DAY 14: TODAY’S TEMPERATURE Every morning when I walk into work I have to stop at the temperature station. In the shadow of COVID, one of the precautions requires that the thermometer reads below 100° or entry into the building is denied. I’m a substitute teacher. Students think I’m … Continue reading TODAY’S TEMPERATURE

MAGNIFICENT MIRROR

THIRTY DAYS OF THANKS AND GIVING. DAY 4: MAGNIFICENT MIRROR I had cataract surgery earlier this year. It fixed my nearsightedness but no surgeon's scalpel can truly reverse age. I still need “cheaters” (old folk’s name for reading glasses). Before my cataract surgery, I would hold small stuff right at the tip of my nose … Continue reading MAGNIFICENT MIRROR

SOAKING SCISSORS

THIRTY DAYS OF THANKS AND GIVING. DAY 3: SOAKING SCISSORS Yesterday, I was still in the Art Class pits of plaster. I tried relentlessly and failed miserably to keep the classroom from looking like some kind of Narnia snow dusted dungeon. The students had transitioned from forming their artwork to covering it in the plaster … Continue reading SOAKING SCISSORS

PAPIER MACHE

THIRTY DAYS OF THANKS AND GIVING DAY 1: PAPIER MACHE Yesterday I subbed in Art Class. My sweet friend, the Art teacher, trusted me to lead her sweet students through the much anticipated introduction to papier mache. Blow up a balloon, tape some aluminum foil ears and eyebrows to it, and cover it with “plastercraft” … Continue reading PAPIER MACHE

YESTERDAY I CRIED

Yesterday I cried. Not constantly, just several times throughout the whole day. The kind of cry where the tears come and I can’t stop them but I do. I didn’t reach the ugly cry. My eyes weren’t puffy and purple and burning. I wiped just enough tears off my cheeks to smooth out my makeup … Continue reading YESTERDAY I CRIED