There are some days when I am just so glad to be who I am, a part-time middle school art teacher, and not somebody else, such as a person like John, who works at a university where he is currently the head of a search committee, in charge of multiple graduate students, and chairperson of the university press. Today he fielded multiple head-achey emails and phone conversations, while I, on the other hand:
|Haha! I just noticed the paint isn't even dry on this. I'm a terrible art teacher.|
It was Halloween! Now a full-fledged holiday! I can't believe we don't take this day off. We don't get mail on Columbus Day-October-whatever-and yet THIS is a regular day? Ridiculous.
|They insisted that I be the lone deciduous tree. Second from the right, lame. They dressed me head to foot. Much later I transformed into an Aztec god. Or a chicken. A shy, responsible student took this picture.|
Then I came home and walked Ed and Reub in the beautiful damp early evening. I know I'm lucky.