So all the yearbook kids wore their t-shirts today and as soon as class started, 7th hour, I took photos- lots of them. I asked if anyone asked about the shirts and I was informed that lots of other kids asked why but some also asked if they could purchase them, which I thought was kind of funny. Then after school a young man came in looking for me with the most earnest request of wanting one of those pink t-shirts. He was hoping there were extras. I had to tell him they were only for kids in the yearbook class. I am hoping that creating this kind of buzz will help other kids want to sign up for my class next year! It's all somewhat self serving.
Anyway, other than taking pictures, the day was pretty uneventful. I had a couple of administrators walk into my 3rd hour art class to observe and after they left, a student came up to me quite distressed explaining that having "those people" in my room was very nerve racking for her. I told her she had nothing to be upset over as they certainly weren't there to watch her. It made me think how, when stuff happens, we, as humans, tend to think it's more about us than maybe it really is. Anyway, I wasn't the least bit upset. The kids were mostly on task and except for a couple of goofy 9th grade boys who were laughing hysterically at who knows what, all were quite well behaved... I wasn't doing anything exceptional, but kids were working and that's my priority.
I came home, walked Balt, went to hot yoga and then came home again. I had hot turkey and potato soup waiting for me from the crock pot for dinner. I watched This Is Us on NBC, which made me cry and now am off to bed.