See You When I See You

I passed a young woman on the escalator this afternoon. I was going up, and she was on her way down; I did a double take, but she didn't notice me. I'm certain that it was a former student-- a delightful little girl when I knew her, all grown up now.

Later in the grocery store, I glanced up to the loft where they have tables for dining in. There, laughing with his little brother, was a current student of mine. I watched him for a few moments, intrigued to see him in his real, away-from-school life. He did not look down, and when the cashier finished ringing our order, we left.

At the farmers market earlier in the day, the playground was packed with running, jumping, and swinging kids. I stopped to watch them play for a minute, wondering if any of those kids would ever find their way to my classroom. 

Pulling Weeds and Grading Papers

I didn't think I would have time to work in my garden this weekend because I had so much school work to catch up on, but when the internet went down at around noon and didn't come back, I took the opportunity and changed into my gardening clothes and spent a couple of hours pulling some of the many, many weeds. When I got home, it was back to grading the many, many papers.

I could think of better ways to spend the weekend, but fortunately this is the last weekend I have to jealously parse my time for a while.

See you in August, Sunday Blues!

Detachment

For the second half of International Game Day we watched The Cup, a 20 year old Tibetan film about boys in a monastery who are determined to see the final game of the World Cup, despite having no television.

It was a little slow for my sixth grade group, but they were very compliant. It also gave us the opportunity to discuss Buddhism, particularly the impermanence of things. One of the after lessons for the film was on mandalas, the concept of which totally drove the students nuts.

“Why would anyone ever spend so much time making something that won’t last?” demanded one.

“That’s the point,” I told her. “Nothing lasts. They are showing their acceptance of that. Plus the mandalas are amazing and beautiful.”

And so our conversation went on, exploring the value and permanence of, among other things, video games, school projects, dancing, and sixth grade.

Afterwards, we had the option of creating our own mandalas on paper. Most of the kids were impressed with the time and effort I devoted to my colorful emblem. When I was done, I stood up and tore it into tiny scraps of color, all beautiful in their way. When the bell rang, I handed a slip to each student on the way out the door.

One particular kid defiantly tossed his scrap of mandala into the trash without a glance, his attention instead focused on my reaction.

I met his smirk with a smile. "Way to embrace the impermanence!" I told him. "Have a good weekend!"

The Complexity of Kids

You know the school year is drawing to a close when they schedule the open talent show...

This afternoon a dozen brave middle schoolers sang, tumbled, danced, and played their way through their acts in front of a hundred or so of their peers. While I always admire their courage, this year I really wondered what in the world they were thinking for most of the performances.

Along with a pretty good Riptide ukulele number and some interesting contemporary dance, there were stunningly awful renditions of Bohemian Rhapsody, If I Was Your Man, and My Fight Song. Middle school kids are not known for their empathy, and despite a direct reminder to be kind and respectful, my stomach churned a bit in the dark with the crack of each flat note as I noticed the growing restlessness of the crowd.

I needn't have worried though. What started as an ironic show of support-- shining phones held aloft in waving arms by snickering kids, turned into a real rescue when the audience picked up the melody and sang along, elevating the performance itself with their voices.

And the applause at the end of every number was genuine.

Things I Learned in School Today

Penmanship
Cup-stacking
Blobfish
The Threat of Plastics
Wiffle Ball
Silly Math
The History of Dueling

I love you, Teacher for a Day!

Nothing Yet

There was a tiny slip of folded paper on my doorstep this morning when I returned from walking the dog. Its presence seemed quite intentional, and I plucked it up and unfolded it on my way in. It was the fortune from a cookie, which read: You have an unusual magnetic personality. Just be aware of your polarity.

I'm still waiting for the Universe to send the rest of the message.

That Old Familiar Feeling

I've been hitting the gym a little more frequently lately, and so I needed a few extra gym clothes. In the interest of time and convenience, I ordered a couple of things online over the weekend. When they arrived last evening, I tried everything on separately and then tossed a pair of shorts and complimentary t-shirt into my gym bag.

I got my first look at the ensemble this afternoon in the locker room. After changing and stowing my work clothes in a locker, I turned the corner and catching sight of myself in the mirror, gasped. The navy shorts and stripy heather shirt fit just fine, but it looked for all the world as if I was wearing my middle school gym suit!

Let's not break anything, I implored the Universe, and then knocking on the wooden bench, continued out to the floor.