On a personal note, which is not my usual M.O., my daughter is having surgery, nothing too serious, but I’ll be taking a brief, 2-3 week hiatus from the blog in order to focus on her and a couple of other things that have cropped up in my life right now.
I’ll still have a presence on Instagram, but you’ll probably notice fewer posts from me on Facebook. Now, enough of that. See you all back here in a few weeks.
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I’m not sure how this happened; I’ve never seen it happen before, but this pretty much says it all about how my day went. Of course, it could have been worse. I could have been the poor man I saw get hit by a service van this morning (he was okay. It was definitely his fault. The orange hand means don’t walk, kids).
Why? I mean, seriously, why? Why, oh why, 
would you do this to us poor teachers? Apparently your new marker design is “greener” since they’re made from recycled bottle caps, and I’m all about being green, BUT I am not a fan of dumb ideas. And this, Crayola®, this is a dumb design.
For more things that really burn my biscuits, check out more gripes. Or check out more #tbt posts.
We all know it, art peeps are the best peeps. Outside of art school, many of us rarely come together with other artsy people. Unless you are fortunate enough to work in a large district, most art teachers rarely even see other art teachers. This probably explains why art teachers go so bonkers over art teacher gatherings, whether they be in-service days or conferences. We need our people! Our people make us feel less alone, more sane and comfortable being who we are. Continue reading
What A Week
What a week I had. I blame the time change. I thought, based on a decent Monday, that I hadn’t been hit too hard by it, but Tuesday proved me wrong. It was one of those days. I woke up an hour late, totally screwed up the day of my daughter’s science show, my favorite necklace broke as soon as I arrived at school, I forgot my lunch, we had no less than three paint explosions and a gazillion moments of frustration when I had to answer questions I had already reviewed. Continue reading
… because of paper cuts. And cardboard cuts.
… because she just sat in a puddle of water. Again.
… because it’s only Wednesday, but it has felt like Thursday for two days now.
… because she just stepped in green paint. Again.
… because her clock won’t stop buzzing, no matter how many times she beats it.
… because working in a tiny octagonal room with no windows and 30 sixth graders triggers her claustrophobia.
… because she’s on bus duty and has realized that she left her gloves inside.
… because she’s on her way to her car and has realized that her gloves have been in her pocket all along.
… because a 1st grader corrected her math. Continue reading
Art Teachers Hate Glitter 