Jul 21, 2006 11:46
So my at-risk teens ceramics class will end next Wednesday. None to soon, I say. The staff at the Firehouse Art Center told me nothing about my student being developmentally disabled beforehand. It was quite the challenge. Then, when there are three classes left they give me this other student. I had already fired my bisque kiln. I was so pissed!
July 31st I begin teaching 5 and 6-year-olds, and I'll teach them every weekday afternoon until the 11th. I guess I'd better figure out my lesson plan. Blarr.
I meant to go out and pick up a paper to look at the help wanted ads today. Really, though, I'd rather go back to bed.
Last night I took a walk to get out of the house and get some time to myself. I walked over to my mum's to catch up with her. My mum always asks about my sweetheart's 4-year-old daughter. "She's four, " I say, "She's all about telling you what she wants. All the time. And telling you what to do."
"You were just like that, you know," she says, "You were a hellion, and you bossed your little sister around all the time."
I can only imagine because I remember things differently. She's probably right, though.
I think it's time to bake some gluten-free vegan muffins.