the deep moans round with many voices

Two fortune cookies, one from tonight, one from a couple weeks ago:

1. The rubber bands are heading in the right direction.

2. Oops... Wrong cookie.



I swear, they get weirder every month.

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I haven't talked much about religious education (RE) this year, but suffice it to say that I am, as always, still teaching. This year I'm teaching the combined K-1 class, and for various reasons we are working off of two separate curricula. The first half of the year we worked from "A Discovering Year," and now we have switched to "Creating Home," which may produce interesting effects since half the class did this curriculum last year as kindergarteners. (With me as one of their teachers, no less. Small world!)

Anyway, Creating Home is one of the curricula that the UUA has put online in its entirety, which means instead of getting lessons emailed to us each week, the DRE has just put links in our shared Google Documents schedule thingy. Which has the unfortunate side effect that if you can't access the Google doc, you can't even find out which lesson is planned for that week (even though you can, of course, read all the lessons via the UUA should you so desire). Such was my plight this week. :-(

Fortunately we do have one hard copy of the curriculum in a giant 3-ring binder in the classroom, and my co-teachers knew which lesson we were working from, so I was able to speed-prepare before the kids came up from the sanctuary.

This was our second week with Creating Home, and we were still working on lesson one -- the lessons are ridiculously long and multi-part, with generally more activities than can be fit into a single session plus a full set of alternate activities, so it is quite easy to split them across two or even three weeks. Today we also had our traveling RE musician (who visits a different class each week to lead the kids in a few songs -- a wonderful idea that I wish my childhood church had had) so that ate a bit more time, after which we fooled around with finger labyrinths, making tissue-paper flowers and decorating paper leaves to tape to our "threshold" (i.e, the outer frame of the classroom doorway), and building houses out of blocks. It was remarkably low-stress and amazingly nobody got glue in inappropriate places.

After that I was able to hang around for twenty-five minutes or so and grab some food at the teacher appreciation brunch, since I didn't have to be at work until quarter of two. (That is because weird scheduling stuff and a shift swap BW and I arranged would have kicked me several hours into overtime, so PM trimmed my Sunday shift by two hours and encouraged me to leave early on Saturday if possible, which I cheerfully did.)

All in all, a successful morning. :-)

A tiny little comment!fic for aishuu, because she said I disagree. We need more smut. There's not enough smut. *angelic smile* I also think there's not enough vampires out there. I need more vampire and werewolves, especially ones that angst and sparkle.

I am bad at resisting perfect straight lines.

Kurt/Blaine, 150 words, completely ridiculous. (Originally posted here on quillofferings)

( Angst and Sparkle )

My fortune cookie tonight: Fortune Not Found: Abort, Retry, Ignore?


*cracks up*

In re page 5837: I cannot tell if Dave is genuinely that ignorant about football, or if he's just doing that to be ironic and/or annoy Rose.

Either way, it is cracking me up. :-) I love Dave.

Bruce Bombardi trophy for best pile squad. *snickers*

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( brief thoughts on the other players )

Anyway, I am going to finish running through this set of scrapbook snapshots and then go to bed. (Note to self: I left off on p. 5874, in case my computer's stupid automatic update and reboot function that it wants to run tonight wipes the 'save game' cookie.)

I got two cookies with my Chinese takeout tonight! (This is big; usually I get none.) Here are the bits of wisdom they seek to impart:

1. Everything originates from the seed of Determination.

2. The years teach much which the days never know.



...I can never decide whether it's funnier to add "in bed" or "except in bed" to the end. *grin*