Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)!
Grab a cup of coffee and share with us! What’s been going on in your life? What are your weekend plans? Is there a topic you’ve just been ruminating on that you want to talk about?
If we were having coffee, I’d first say that I was delighted to have coffee with a friend from South Korea, who now lives here, but who is so busy with school that it’s hard to get together and the next day a high school friend who now lives in Colorado invited me for coffee since she was in town. It was great to see them.
I’d also tell you I had a good Fourth of July. I loved the simplicity of our celebrations – a barbecue dinner, watching the Capitol Fourth concert, which featured a wide variety from country, to rock, to pop and classic, and finally watching the fireworks with neighbors.
Finally, I’d mention that Friday I submitted my play in to two local theaters. It takes about six months to hear back. Cross your fingers that something good results.
On Thursday I made a sort of mural in my classroom. To cap off a unit on art each student made a portrait of a real or imagined person. Some were whimsical, others realistic, some bold, others delicate. When they were put together on the wall they had a great impact. My students were beaming with pride and other students took notice too. Today I was prepared with my tape and scissors to add the last one to the wall and take a picture of the result.
I was shocked, shocked to walk into the room and find all the portraits gone! Yes, gone. No one spoke to me or emailed me. This was so unexpected. In place of our vibrant mural was a bunch of post-it notes that spelled out the word “Dreams.” Each note had someone’s dream written on it.
I found this to be such a violation, not just towards me but towards my students. Where was our beautiful art? Why didn’t anyone ask me or the class monitor? I was livid. There’s certainly enough wall space to share. A friend also uses this room and she didn’t move the portraits. She’s an artist herself. She wouldn’t. Between us we do a lot of teaching in this room. Enough to have some say in how it looks.
To be continued . . .