I finished my scarf today, thanks in large part to the second snow day of the week. (You can all breathe a big sigh of relief – the first project is done, so I won't be quite so obsessed from here on out.) And why was I knitting instead of working responsibly? Well. It's so early in the term that what little work I have was accomplished on Monday (the first snow day). Today I gave up all pretence at productivity, and just knit in the corner. Of course, none of this would be possible without my new "plan during the day, dummy" system. I'm trying my darndest to keep the teacher at school and the woman at home; it's working so far. We'll see how it filters out in the long term.

I'll tell you one thing, tho: as much as I enjoyed today off, I am not looking forward to my 10P's tomorrow. Any disruption in their routine sends them right the hell off. Yesterday they could barely contain themselves; tomorrow they'll be orbiting Saturn.

It occurs to me that I haven't written anything about my new classes. It also occurs to me that I need to implement some kind of code to write about my real-time endeavours so I won't get dooced. Therefore, for the rest of the year we will operate under the following system (with apologies to Joss Whedon):

• Class One: The 10 Taras. This class of Grade 10's is quiet, hard-working and linguistic. They are in the academic stream and for the most part they deserve to be there. After months of behaviourally-challenged classes, they are so dreamy as to be unreal.
• Class Two: The 11 Faiths. These Grade 11's are definitely rough around the edges, but deep down they want to do the right thing. A successful teacher will ride these kids hard, brook no nonsense or excuses, but retain a strong sense of compassion for the hidden problems that keep these kids from more traditional academic success. This class is a loud, messy bunch but they mostly have their shit together.
• Class Three: The 10 Spikes. These Grade 10's are extremely impulsive. They are curious about everything, negative about most things and suffering through various issues. They are incapable of having an unexpressed thought and can turn ugly in an instant. And yet they are the most uninhibited of all my classes; they're monkeys but they're not putting on airs about it.

So that's the score, chickadees. I'm off to weave up the yarn ends in my scarf. Maybe if I finish in good time I can learn how to purl.

(I know. Things were bad enough when I became a mom and this became a mommyblog. Now that I'm knitting as if my fingers caught fire, it's only going downhill from here.)

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 2/16/2005 08:53:00 p.m.