Discovered a cool blog that has inspired to hone my drawing skills: everypersoninnewyork.blogspot.com. This guy just draws people in the city. Goal: to draw every person. Clearly, not a feasible goal but his illustrations are really cool. In my still-throbbing heartbreak, I have set new goals for myself this summer. Not only am I going to become a reading fiend, I will 1) learn to do some stop-motion with clay and 2) write.
Watched the season finale of Glee. Music makes me cry. Love makes me cry. Music + love? Inevitable outcome.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Pain
Hurting...hope it goes away soon.
Pain comes in so many colors, textures, forms. My friend told me recently how she used to cry when she was little after she had a really great day. She cried because she knew she would never get that moment in time back. Those flitting hours of happiness are gone before we're even able to grasp and comprehend them.
Going to have to get surgery on my foot this summer. Two months recovery... nothing but time for me to start work on my clay animation project and writing. Also into illustration. I remember once upon a time when I could draw. I was great at copying other people's work. That counts for something, no?
Can't believe there's only 3 more weeks of school left. That will conclude my 3rd year of teaching. I've been immensely happier this year at work. Not sure if I made any significant changes in my students' reading levels. According to the latest diagnostic, the answer to that question is a resounding no. Does that make me feel bad? Maybe in the past, it would have. Now? I question the validity of any testing as it is. I know I've challenged my students and given them work that some other teachers might not have. We've been working on Romeo and Juliet this month. It's been tough and-- can't not use this adjective-- painful. But their blogs are coming along.
Pain comes in so many colors, textures, forms. My friend told me recently how she used to cry when she was little after she had a really great day. She cried because she knew she would never get that moment in time back. Those flitting hours of happiness are gone before we're even able to grasp and comprehend them.
Going to have to get surgery on my foot this summer. Two months recovery... nothing but time for me to start work on my clay animation project and writing. Also into illustration. I remember once upon a time when I could draw. I was great at copying other people's work. That counts for something, no?
Can't believe there's only 3 more weeks of school left. That will conclude my 3rd year of teaching. I've been immensely happier this year at work. Not sure if I made any significant changes in my students' reading levels. According to the latest diagnostic, the answer to that question is a resounding no. Does that make me feel bad? Maybe in the past, it would have. Now? I question the validity of any testing as it is. I know I've challenged my students and given them work that some other teachers might not have. We've been working on Romeo and Juliet this month. It's been tough and-- can't not use this adjective-- painful. But their blogs are coming along.