Today was a very full day for me.
After work, I brought the kids home just long enough for Helena to get ready for ballet. After dropping her off at the studio, I headed for my afternoon inservice meeting at Shelley Elementary.
Inservice meetings are held for teachers to get together and learn ways to be better teachers. In theory. Often they are times for us to get together and visit. Most of the inservices this year were scheduled for times that did not work with my schedule, so I simply did not attend.
This meeting was different. The timing worked (mostly), and it was held at my local elementary school; the one my children attended. It was nice to be able to stop in and visit for a moment with the office staff and various grade level teachers who taught my children.
When I arrived at Joseph Germaine's classroom (the art teacher there, and a good friend), the room erupted with surprised delight that I had finally decided to grace them with my presence. You see, I know most of these people from having attended many other inservices and conferences with them in past years. I really do feel like I fell off the map a bit this year.
I did enjoy the meeting, and got a great clay lesson idea that I will definitely do next year.
The meeting was scheduled to go until 6:00 p.m., but I had another commitment for the American Fork Arts Council at 5:30, so I had to duck out early and head to the Fox Hollow golf club banquet hall. It is National Volunteer Week, and I was off to do a bit of volunteering.
Once there, I set up the centerpiece display for the visual arts board's volunteer booth. This was supposed to be the grand kick-off for volunteer week, with booths for all and sundry to come sign up to give service for whichever noble cause struck their fancy.
Oh, boy.
The speaker spent AN HOUR preaching to the choir, because the people running the booths were the only ones there! I was so highly entertained, that I spent a good half of her speech impressing a honeycomb pattern into the flesh of my forearm with the back of that little pencil they hand out to golfers before they head out to play! Bill thought that was very masochistic of me. I thought it made a cool pattern with a neat texture and it kept me from yawning in the middle of it all. There weren't enough people there to hide a yawn from the speaker, and I really didn't want to hurt her feelings, because her heart was in the right place.
After 2 1/2 HOURS of NO VOLUNTEERS, we started to pack up. That is when it happened! Two Boy Scout troop leaders walked in the door saying something about needing a community service project for their boys. Heidi (the Steel Days Art Show Director) and I flashed a glance at each other and simultaneously descended on those two unsuspecting men before anyone else had a chance to snag them. Of course, by then most of the other booths had long since given up and thrown in the towel.
So, after all, we ended up with a semi solid agreement to 'enlist' (or would the boys see it as 'enslave'?) 10 or so 13 year old boys for their own good (can you say Citizenship in the Community merit badge?) to help with the set up and take down of the art show scaffolding.
I'd better make sure there are donuts there for them on set up day, or they may go AWOL for the take down!
After work, I brought the kids home just long enough for Helena to get ready for ballet. After dropping her off at the studio, I headed for my afternoon inservice meeting at Shelley Elementary.
Inservice meetings are held for teachers to get together and learn ways to be better teachers. In theory. Often they are times for us to get together and visit. Most of the inservices this year were scheduled for times that did not work with my schedule, so I simply did not attend.
This meeting was different. The timing worked (mostly), and it was held at my local elementary school; the one my children attended. It was nice to be able to stop in and visit for a moment with the office staff and various grade level teachers who taught my children.
When I arrived at Joseph Germaine's classroom (the art teacher there, and a good friend), the room erupted with surprised delight that I had finally decided to grace them with my presence. You see, I know most of these people from having attended many other inservices and conferences with them in past years. I really do feel like I fell off the map a bit this year.
I did enjoy the meeting, and got a great clay lesson idea that I will definitely do next year.
The meeting was scheduled to go until 6:00 p.m., but I had another commitment for the American Fork Arts Council at 5:30, so I had to duck out early and head to the Fox Hollow golf club banquet hall. It is National Volunteer Week, and I was off to do a bit of volunteering.
Once there, I set up the centerpiece display for the visual arts board's volunteer booth. This was supposed to be the grand kick-off for volunteer week, with booths for all and sundry to come sign up to give service for whichever noble cause struck their fancy.
Oh, boy.
The speaker spent AN HOUR preaching to the choir, because the people running the booths were the only ones there! I was so highly entertained, that I spent a good half of her speech impressing a honeycomb pattern into the flesh of my forearm with the back of that little pencil they hand out to golfers before they head out to play! Bill thought that was very masochistic of me. I thought it made a cool pattern with a neat texture and it kept me from yawning in the middle of it all. There weren't enough people there to hide a yawn from the speaker, and I really didn't want to hurt her feelings, because her heart was in the right place.
After 2 1/2 HOURS of NO VOLUNTEERS, we started to pack up. That is when it happened! Two Boy Scout troop leaders walked in the door saying something about needing a community service project for their boys. Heidi (the Steel Days Art Show Director) and I flashed a glance at each other and simultaneously descended on those two unsuspecting men before anyone else had a chance to snag them. Of course, by then most of the other booths had long since given up and thrown in the towel.
So, after all, we ended up with a semi solid agreement to 'enlist' (or would the boys see it as 'enslave'?) 10 or so 13 year old boys for their own good (can you say Citizenship in the Community merit badge?) to help with the set up and take down of the art show scaffolding.
I'd better make sure there are donuts there for them on set up day, or they may go AWOL for the take down!
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