Holiday! Celebrate!

So here we are, Sunday night, the big night, the night before my debut as an Art teacher. I've spent most of the day trying to create my own graffiti name tag so the kids will have some sort of reference to look at and so I don't have to make a fool out of myself as I struggle to create something artisticly advanced (I even have Zoe doing the project so they can see different styles). I still haven't figured out what to make mine look like....but don't worry I have the process documented very well, these kids will have not problem learning what throw away test sketches are!

I have also spent most of the day trying to figure out how to keep these kids entertained for 1 hour 5 times a week! Ohhhhhhcrap! I'm sure once I get there and settle in it will be fine, but really this waiting shit really sucks. And so I have made myself prepare, and I mean really prepare, not just half assing it like I sometimes end up doing with theater (the finished product always looks good...right?!?! ooo, don't tell Kathy this :) coming in and realizing that I have 45 minutes where I have nothing to do. I have to, because with visual art it is going to be much more difficult to pull activities out of ...well....you know where... Really only because it's been awhile and I feel much more comfortable when I can jump around and play improv games. wait, are there visual art improv games.....hmmmm?

So prep must happen or Ms Remillard looks like an ass! and I would want to use those look like an ass times up in the first week.

Finally got out of my 'sit on my bum job', walked home (tried to get the stench of Lillies out of my nose, throat, glands, head, face, and everywhere else it could sneak...i feel like shit. THANK YOU STUPID DEATH FLOWERS), sat down to plan my day tomorrow! Figured "HEY, this school doesn't have many supplies, so why don't we make our own sketchbook?! that way when the kids get bored of what they are doing, or they finish early, or what have you they can open up their hand homemade sketchbook and draw some shit!" Brilliant (cousin Emma agrees, she's in high school so I listened to her!), thank you very much! so i google homemade sketchbooks, find a pretty sweet design (with photo instructions, YIPPY), and get to work on making my own...once again trying to avoid looking like an ass on day 1.

mid-sketchbook, phone rings, it's the newly dubbed grandmother calling
Gran-"so Zoe seems to think that you think we have school tomorrow!"
Me- "yeah....Monday, school!"
Gran- "but it's MLK."
(I knew this and had thought it strange we didn't get that day off, seeing as it is a national holiday....and I hadn't thought Norfolk was the kind of place to ignore it)
Me- "i know, but Jerry kept saying 'i'll see you on Monday' 'we'll take care of that on Monday' etc. but i'll check it out online."

Oh hey turns out my first day as an art teacher is a DAY OFF!!!
what?! sweet!
that means more time for me to prep to not look like a jerk in front a group of people in the age range that specialize in the art of gossip and ridicule. I'd say that's a win for me.
Maybe it was even good that I didn't figure this out until 8pm the night before. Hey, I'm down, now I'll have time to make my sketchbook 20 times better then theirs will ever be! (insert evil laugh)

oh and hopefully by Tuesday my throat won't feel like it's been attacked by Lillies and their army of pollen (GO NAVY!). I still feel like crapolla.