I returned to school/work today. We had a lovely reflection centered around angels to begin our term today. That great movie, “Dogma”, came to mind;-). It’s funny really and probably not that appropriate, but when I am sitting in that space, it is the time I most identify as being a student myself. I was such a rebellious one when I sat in that space as a student. I wonder if the energy lingers and lures me into being that again. Perhaps I should avoid that back row. That is definately the spot where it happens.
It is my favourite term because it is warmer and easier to get up. The holidays I am looking forward to are going to be longer. We have all our lovely completion rituals and there are no parent-teacher interviews after these reports we will write.
There are lots of interuptions and fun things going on.
I have two year nine camps to go on this term and I love the year 9 camps. I love going to the high country and riding horses and living simply and getting to know others better. It is a very enjoyable way to work.
Museum Trip
I went to the museum on Tuesday, as I said a couple of posts ago. Here is my favourite couple of pictures. I love the red flying horse. I think it is a symbol for a petrol company or something, but it is too beautiful to be that. I think my Uncle Jack used to have a petrol station with the flying horse symbol too, so that could be another reason why I have such a fond feeling about it.
There was also this cute model ‘Mr Whippy’. How real does this photo look though? But I swear the model is quite small.
I also loved the Windmills
Achey, tired and crumbly
Thirteen week terms – how did they ever do this back in the day. I feel so exhausted I could crumble. Last night we had parent teacher interviews. They weren’t late, but when I got home I just went to bed. I was cold and it felt the cold was coming from the inside.