Jul 10, 2006 20:09
So the EcoStation is opening this Saturday. They still haven't contacted me about the mural.
I've got this... paranoia, I guess, like a waking bad dream, of taking the kids in on Monday and seeing the mural already up on the wall, all my art staring back at me, painted by someone else. I know they're awesome people, and they wouldn't do that to me, but it still gnaws at the back of my mind. What would I say? Especially in front of my kids, and the staff members to whom I mentioned the project?
Ugh. It gives me this feeling like I've just been hit in the chest or something--not painful, exactly, just winded. I have to wait until Saturday or Monday to find out, too.
...Erm... Other than that ugly little emotion, I'm doing okay. The kids were good at the roller rink, and there's a plethora of large bugs and spiders to identify and harass the phobic members of the staff with. One of my kids likes to sit next to me on the bus and have me draw deep sea fish for her and teach her about them. She likes the gulper eels the best. It makes me feel wonderful, and reminds me of what I'm striving for. One day, I want to do that for a whole classroom of kids, or even adults.
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