back to skool
school starts in less than a week!
I am so excited. I can't wait to see my kids, my colleagues, even my bosses. I love them. I can't wait to go in to school tomorrow and making my classroom even more cozy and beautiful (I was already there last week to move the tables back in after my floor got stripped and re-finished..SO beautiful...If one little puke even dares spill a drop of paint...but of course they will. oh well.
It feels so good to be coming back into familiar territory. Except now I have modified it with a tea kettle and a coffee maker. It will be pure heaven.
I've been procrastinating. I haven't made a schedule, lesson plans, handouts, or anything else pretty much. And I really need to. It would have been REALLY helpful if they actually told me my schedule and what I am teaching. However I am willing to overlook the dysfunctionality of certain aspects of my job, as well as the leaky ceilings for the sake of "at least it's not too good to be true".
I saw one of my students on Newbury Street yesterday. He gave me hell all year, the times he did show up to class, that is. He actually crossed the street and gave me a huge hug. A 16 year old black kid from the ghetto crossing the street to give a sweaty white lady a big hug. You know, I think that's pretty damn special.
I couldn't really talk to him because I was on the phone with Johnny, my friend who wrote the Pictorial Webster's. He called me because he got the sail that I sent him. I saw his post on FB about the fact that he is looking for sails for his upcoming show at the MassMoCA at the very moment that I was in Napa with Nad'ka, and she had just come into a possession of a sail. All the stars aligned and the sail came back with me to Boston, and into the big box in which my unicycle arrived a month earlier, and off to Frederick, Md via the postal service, where Johnny now lives, and which also happens to be my favorite city in the world.
I am slowly trying to learn to ride the unicycle. It's hard and wonderful. Hopefully soon I will actually let go of the wall. A friend lent me his unicycle in CA and I rode it around the hallways of my grandmother's old people's home. It was great because there are soft rugs, and a railing all along the wall. My grandmother stood in her doorway and coached me. It was pretty awesome.
I had the most bestest time in California, and in general been in an excellent mood. I hope it's not some peak before all the gloom and doom sets in, but more of a "now that we are in our 30's things generally get better" kind of a thing.
Some things really did change this summer. I've been braver, nicer(?), much more open to things, people, experiences, emotional connections. I've been listening to a huge amount of music, which has never been the case before, much of which I have discovered on my own and made my own, and even have gone as far as being able to share it with others. Music has always been a complicated issue for me in the past. I always felt really constrained in that part of the world. I've been learning to dance the tango, which is also really wonderful and beautiful and also, of course, involves best ever music.
I am just hoping the winter doesn't destroy all that is good and happy, but hopefully I will be too busy planning the most epicest Mozart party ever to even notice the cold and the gloom. I have, however, been dreaming of snow days when one can wake up to a glorious blanket of white and stay in bed all day watching the world slowly hibernate. I love winter.
I think that's all the very quick updates I have at the moment. I need to go to the gym (yes, because getting into excellent shape is another part of the grand plan) and then to see lovely friends at 8 and all have ice cream - join us if you are in this part of the world - intersection of Mass Ave and Main Street, 8-11, it will be lazy, sweet, and wonderful. 8-11.
alisa ivanovna over and out for now.
I am so excited. I can't wait to see my kids, my colleagues, even my bosses. I love them. I can't wait to go in to school tomorrow and making my classroom even more cozy and beautiful (I was already there last week to move the tables back in after my floor got stripped and re-finished..SO beautiful...If one little puke even dares spill a drop of paint...but of course they will. oh well.
It feels so good to be coming back into familiar territory. Except now I have modified it with a tea kettle and a coffee maker. It will be pure heaven.
I've been procrastinating. I haven't made a schedule, lesson plans, handouts, or anything else pretty much. And I really need to. It would have been REALLY helpful if they actually told me my schedule and what I am teaching. However I am willing to overlook the dysfunctionality of certain aspects of my job, as well as the leaky ceilings for the sake of "at least it's not too good to be true".
I saw one of my students on Newbury Street yesterday. He gave me hell all year, the times he did show up to class, that is. He actually crossed the street and gave me a huge hug. A 16 year old black kid from the ghetto crossing the street to give a sweaty white lady a big hug. You know, I think that's pretty damn special.
I couldn't really talk to him because I was on the phone with Johnny, my friend who wrote the Pictorial Webster's. He called me because he got the sail that I sent him. I saw his post on FB about the fact that he is looking for sails for his upcoming show at the MassMoCA at the very moment that I was in Napa with Nad'ka, and she had just come into a possession of a sail. All the stars aligned and the sail came back with me to Boston, and into the big box in which my unicycle arrived a month earlier, and off to Frederick, Md via the postal service, where Johnny now lives, and which also happens to be my favorite city in the world.
I am slowly trying to learn to ride the unicycle. It's hard and wonderful. Hopefully soon I will actually let go of the wall. A friend lent me his unicycle in CA and I rode it around the hallways of my grandmother's old people's home. It was great because there are soft rugs, and a railing all along the wall. My grandmother stood in her doorway and coached me. It was pretty awesome.
I had the most bestest time in California, and in general been in an excellent mood. I hope it's not some peak before all the gloom and doom sets in, but more of a "now that we are in our 30's things generally get better" kind of a thing.
Some things really did change this summer. I've been braver, nicer(?), much more open to things, people, experiences, emotional connections. I've been listening to a huge amount of music, which has never been the case before, much of which I have discovered on my own and made my own, and even have gone as far as being able to share it with others. Music has always been a complicated issue for me in the past. I always felt really constrained in that part of the world. I've been learning to dance the tango, which is also really wonderful and beautiful and also, of course, involves best ever music.
I am just hoping the winter doesn't destroy all that is good and happy, but hopefully I will be too busy planning the most epicest Mozart party ever to even notice the cold and the gloom. I have, however, been dreaming of snow days when one can wake up to a glorious blanket of white and stay in bed all day watching the world slowly hibernate. I love winter.
I think that's all the very quick updates I have at the moment. I need to go to the gym (yes, because getting into excellent shape is another part of the grand plan) and then to see lovely friends at 8 and all have ice cream - join us if you are in this part of the world - intersection of Mass Ave and Main Street, 8-11, it will be lazy, sweet, and wonderful. 8-11.
alisa ivanovna over and out for now.