Tuesday

There is no way to adequately express what today was other than Tuesday. Ugh. I was this close to justifying not writing anything, considering I got home from work 20 minutes ago, and it is 10:09. In  the PM. Right now. Like, I was at school for 12 hours and this was only Tuesday. But boy howdy , what a day. I learned Sellenger's Round, a delightful English dance that I am supposed to teach to 4th grade for Colonial day. If the weather ever allows us to have a 4th grade class between now and February 6th. And when I say I learned it, I mean I watched some old people on YouTube do it, and then around 8:30 tonight I did it with one of my co-workers. I don't really have to be good at it, I just have to know what happens in it so I can shout directions at 10 year olds (is that how old 4th graders are?)  A fun story from today: I had to mail something after school, so I set off for the post office. I figured the experience may last 10 minutes. Pick a box, put things inside print out a label at the machine, easy-peasy. Of  course, it was not. After a frustrating experience with the slowest Wal-Mart cashier in existence, I get there and try to decipher the box options. They do not post the prices for anything or at least have a chart that says "this is the cheap one" or "this is the one to use for precious items." Nope, just random words like "priority" and "express." I choose a box, based on the sign that says "free packing materials" hoping that means it it's cheaper-ish. I put my stuff in it and realize the box is too big. I hope the post office man who keeps turning people away from the desk because it is now 5:01 and "we closed at 5" does not notice that I leave the box I began assembling in a corner and grab a new one. I get everything in, tape it up, and turn around to join the line that has now formed at the self-service machine. The man at the front of the line has three packages and a tenuous grasp on the operation of a post office self-service machine, but then it's just a guy with one package, and me. NBD. After I hear the post office man turn away another poor soul, I comment to guy in front of me that it would be really nice to have a job where you can just say "sorry, 5:00, we're closed," especially since I am going back to work right after this. Big mistake. He asks me where I work, I tell him I teach elementary school, he asks where I went to college, I say Brigham Young University, he makes a joke about whether I ever tried to count the number of black people out there (he was black), I laugh and say it is sad, I make a joke about how weird it was too go from growing up here to school there to teaching here again, and how I was surprised none of my students in Utah had any Jewish friends, and then he makes some comment about how when you look at organized religion it really makes atheism make sense. Not where I was going with that. Then he launches into a discussion of how naturally, woman is most important, but in religion man is most important, and since I did not feel it appropriate to break out Family: A Proclamation to the World, he continued on to the idea of sexual selection and that it is woman that made humans a great species, because she selects strong mates, and needs strong providers if she's going to be pregnant, and at some point Al Capone got mentioned, and I could not believe it could take that long to mail three packages. Hurry up, man at the front of the line! Can't you hear this is an emergency??! Anyway, 30 minutes after entering the post office I had finally mailed my package and was on my merry way. To Panera, to grab a bagel, which despite there being no line, took 10 minutes. Tuesday.
 From the past: really the only thing I remember about my own Colonial day is that I was really excited about making these boxes using the marbled paintstyle, but
I was overzealous in my marbling, and the colors ran together and ended up looking really ugly. It was one of the few craft projects that I threw away almost immediately.