Kids Are Great!

Honestly! Just when you are starting to turn into one of those grumpy, old teachers who thinks of the students as little gremlins who just want to steal all your good pens and give you gooey, drippy colds, they suddenly go and become "givers." Who knew that they were capable of such humanitarian acts?

I didn't have high hopes for the day. With a mere 24 hours between me and my scheduled Mole Of Disturbing Dimensions removal, it was clear to me that there would be dissension within my beleaguered brain. Hysterical Mind had great plans for spending the day loudly listing all the possible tragedies that can befall one in the doctor's office, starting with slipping in the parking lot and ending with stretching out in a box whilst wearing an outfit chosen by strangers. Rational Mind has simply had it with the whole affair and is standing with arms folded and a rolled up newspaper in her hand ready to beat some sense into HM once and for all. (RM somehow managed to get a hold of some dog training manuals from the early 40's and has been a bit on the unreasonable side when it comes to overly dramatic displays for the past few weeks) I resigned myself to a day spent listening to the inner dialogue...

But those darling, precious students of mine...they must have known I'd need a little distraction today. I can think of no other earthly reason for their unprecedented poor behavior. There was really little time for me to give in to HM's latest obsession with the idea that the doctor might slip during our proceeeeeeeedure and inadvertently cut off our nostril. There were any number of little mini-dramas to which I might attend throughout the day courtesy of a few fifth and sixth graders who clearly wanted to give me something else to do with my time. And the subsequent headache has kept me pretty much focused on the throbbing of my noggin ever since.

Aren't they thoughtful little bundles of joy?

Now I just want to talk about knitting. I have started a new pair of softee-softee little sockies and they will be just the project to take along on my little field trip tomorrow. This yarn was a prize that came to me via Noolie and her donation contest a while back. It is 100% merino and I often have to look down to be sure that I am still holding onto it, so light and fluffy be its texture. It was dyed by La of JenLa fame in a colorway she called "Good 'n Plenty." Since pink is the color of choice for comfort knitting, I think these will work quite nicely as I sit in the waiting room at the plastic surgeons office and stare at the ladies in the reception area, taking bets with myself as to whether I will ever see their eyebrows move. In my last visit, I stared for a full thirty minutes and noted not a furrowed brow among them. I may have scared them just a bit with the non-stop gaping. But who can tell? I swear to you I've seen china dolls with more facial expression...

I should have them visit my classroom. That'll put a divot or two in anyone's forehead.

SA