This is the first time my daughter Katie and I ever did a teacher workshop together — at her school, which was much more stressful for her than for me. What is it about presenting to our own colleagues that freaks us out so much. I remember feeling the same way when I had to do such things in the old business life.
But the four hour workshop went well — Katie even survived me showing a slide of her in the bathtub with her sister when they were both little.
I’m a mother.
Mothers do these things.
The teachers wrote questioning poems in small groups arranged in advance by subject area. The science teachers wrote one on reproduction. All I can say is, good thing the kids weren’t there. One thing you have to say about middle school teachers in general — they are (have to be) fearless.
In between the four hour workshop and the drive to Toledo — a long bath. Just a year ago we were up to our necks in construction dust on a new bedroom/bath addition. Glad to have that in past tense.
The wind was in a hurry and at cross purposes with the turnpike on the way to Toledo. Listening to the election returns on the radio… The voter reform initiative calling for a bi-partisian committee to oversee elections in OH went down in flames. Sometimes the winds blow in the face of all logic — I guess the best anyone can do is try and keep it on the road.