Having Fun With Watercolors

I’ve dabbled in acrylic painting, but I’d never tried watercolor until a few months ago. While shopping at Ross one day, I saw a pack of watercolor paper at a good price. That sounds fun. I bought the paper, ordered some paints off Amazon, and bought some brushes at a hardware store. Continue reading “Having Fun With Watercolors”

John C. Campbell Folk School

For years, my mom had been talking about wanting to take a class at the John C. Campbell Folk School and she wanted me to go with her. Over a decade ago, we’d attended a summer program for educators at Savannah College of Art and Design and had a blast. We decided to have another mother/daughter experience and go to the folk school this summer. I found places for my kids and Mom found us a house/pet sitter. Mom chose a woodturning class and I chose the writing class.

I didn’t pick a “one word” for myself this year, but one that would have fit is “risk.” I’ve been choosing to step out and do things that don’t feel safe. Choosing to take a writing class with strangers fit “risk” well. I knew I’d be faced with writing prompts with a time limit, followed by sharing with the strangers in my class. Continue reading “John C. Campbell Folk School”

Poetry Festival

I misread the schedule and arrived early this evening, to the Bridgewater International Poetry Festival. This festival started on Wednesday, with some inviting workshops during the day.

My day job meant I couldn’t attend any of those, sadly. Upon my arrival at the registration table this evening, I was greeted with, “You’re the last one!”

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From the Back of the Line to the Front

In my university days, I had to give speeches in various classes. I can’t remember many of the topics, but I remember the feelings and settings well. With limited class time, it took several class sessions for all of the students to give their speeches. One of my classes was a night class, which met only once per week.

EVERY time, I would sit in the back, nervously fidgeting through each classmate’s speech, hoping I wouldn’t have to go next. A blizzard in the Sahara desert was as likely as my volunteering to go next. The teachers never assigned an order for us to speak. Instead, students would volunteer. I watched others go up, one by one, as I sat frozen in the back. Continue reading “From the Back of the Line to the Front”

Sorting Through the Past

When I left to go to S.C., I took along some things that I had retrieved from 20180121_182628 smallDad’s attic a while ago. There were several binders of “Jack’s History” with the years on the sides. It’s always enlightening to see what other people think is important to save. One binder contained every football program from Dad’s years of playing at Harrisonburg High School. Those programs from the 1940’s were much nicer than the single sheet of paper we use today. Another binder covered Dad’s time in the Marines, in Guantanamo Bay. Along with pictures, he included tickets and programs for shows he attended in Cuba. Continue reading “Sorting Through the Past”

“due to inclement weather…”

My Fitbit buzzed me awake at precisely 5:16 a.m., alerting me to a phone call. I scrambled for my phone, since only certain calls can get through my phone’s “do not disturb” mode. I didn’t get the call in time, but then received a text stating that “due to bad weather” our school system would be closed today. Huh? Confused, I listened to the “due to inclement weather” phone message. No bad weather was in the forecast, so I had to further verify. I checked the school system webpage, which wouldn’t load. I assume this was due to other confused teachers and parents looking for verification. I then check the local news station and found a list of closed schools, including ours, along with a weather alert for a possible wintry mix.

This is our second school closing for weather this year, neither of which was for snow. I’ll gladly take it, but this is not how I prefer it. Continue reading ““due to inclement weather…””

Socks With Sandals?!

I finally get it. I was one of those who would shake my head at those silly people who wore sandals and socks in cool or cold weather. Why not wear real shoes?

As the beginning of the school year approached this year, I fought the return to “real” shoes more than ever. As a p.e. teacher, my sandals don’t really fit the image. I resigned to play the part and put on my athletic shoes. I was miserable.  Continue reading “Socks With Sandals?!”

Out the Window

I will say again, “all memory is fiction.” I clearly remember the following story, but my friend Krista has already told me that she remembers it differently! Here’s what I remember.

I attended school in the days before ADHD diagnoses and the naming of learning styles (kinesthetic for me). I struggled to sit in my desk and pay attention, which caused misbehavior and a lack of focus for me. I could tell all-too-many stories of my exploits. This is one of them. Continue reading “Out the Window”

Wrestling with My “D”

The first time I took the DISC profile, last school year, I could argue with the results. After all, the assessment requires you to choose 2 words out of each set of 4 – those you relate to the most and least. It wasn’t always easy and there weren’t that many sets, so I didn’t think it could be that accurate.

I took the test again this year, expecting different results. Instead, I got the same results. I got the kind of results that most of us want to hide instead of share with our colleagues. I found myself sliding my booklet a bit closer and hoping that we wouldn’t be asked to divulge our results. What was this embarrassing result? I came out as a high “D.” D stands for dominant. All those I, S, and C people seemed content to share, while I, and the other D at my table, were embarrassed. I felt shame for who this test was proclaiming me to be. Continue reading “Wrestling with My “D””