First day of school has come and gone. Students nerves have settled down. Stomachs no longer turn while giggling begins. A teacher has control for all about a week. Teachers will unite and scheme up ways to settle students disputes. First thing in the morning is grade K. 27 to 1. Whats the odds of a teacher winning over 27 little munchkins. If students only knew I am figuring this out as I go.

Tiny fingers will learn how to glue and paste. Tiny minds speak words and be the informers. Yes, there is nothing like being an underpaid over achiever baby sitter. I let the 8Th Graders believe they are all grown up and big kids know. Too me, they are as little as grade 'K". They never prove otherwise.

First day of school the building was quiet.. Second day of school never did the student body utter a word. Seventh day of school.......... let the games begin.

One mans junk is another mans treasure

We had an All American Yard Sale yesterday. Sold off are the old books, pottery, a few sentimental pieces of dinner ware and some of my antiques from the vintage cubbard. I guess after living for 47 years you collect 47 years worth of valuable stuff. There was a wok on the table, never been used. It had been passed down to me over twenty-five years ago. I always intended to use it and learn the fine art of Chinese cooking. I decided to give it away as a gift for next Christmas. Most yard sales offer a candle or two. My candles melted in the sun. They need to be scraped off the table.

Every yard sale has at least one punch bowl, a dip platter, and a cake plate. Thank goodness, sold right away.

All in a day

You know you are in a good mood in the morning when you set up and here Norah Jones singing "Come away with me." How uplifting! You can easily get caught up in the words of poetry and drift into a daydream............. and then you start from there.

Soon the day will arrive and my fate of being 47 years old will be sealed. My grandmother used to say life goes by too fast. How right she was. One day you are a child and the next day you are figuring out how to get out of jury duty and what paying federal income taxes.

A discion had to be made. You see I teach for the Catholic Schools. I love all those little people. They keep me on feet, thinking fast, and young. You forget what it was like to be a child and how hard it is. Then you see the children going through the motions of there day and quickly remember what it was all like. The cuts and bruises, the anger from having the big kid behind you cut in front of you at the lunch line, and recess is the coolest part of the day. Your choice is do you have a red lunch bucket with a bologna sandwich or a yellow lunch bucket with peanut butter and jelly. Then you have me, an Art Teacher, wheel into a room with a cart of supplies. This is pretty cool. No arithmetic, science, or history for 40 minutes. Yes, at six years old we are going to be a professonal artist with our box of crayons.

Getting back to the job. Love it, but don't make a living wage. So I was looking for work in other locations. Ain't happening. Not enough experience or not updated in knowledge. It is hard to believe with 21 years teaching and several degrees later i am not meeting the job requirements and i am making the lowest salary ever. UGGGGGGGGGG! So the game now is to continue marketing myself on the web and spend my summer days enthralled in creating. I suppose i was simply made to create. there is not much else that is satisfying and i am good at. Then i will just have to paint. The hope is someone else will offer me illustration work or freelancing artwork. I think i shall try to post my art on blog. Tell me if it is OK! . It may be as good as i can do. That's not half bad.

Blogger: LALSART - Template Designer

Blogger: LALSART - Template Designer