The Tattoo Parlor

I love my teacher. I dont think I can say it enough. I love my mentor teacher.

She asked me today if I was SURE I wanted to student teach with her. "Of course! 100%" I said! She is so sweet....shes going through a whole process of filling out papers just so I can be in her room. Hopefully that all works out!

I enjoyed school today. It seemed less hectic for some reason. I spent most of the day grading papers and making a giant card for a student who had his appendix out. Art in the classroom...what better what to spend my day?!!

Speaking of art....I've always wanted to paint African American children. Im not quite sure why, I guess I just think their coloring is beautiful. I found this painting on the internet and loved it. The colors, the mood, the girls little afro. It actually reminds me of a young African American student in the fourth grade. Shes not in my class, but I see her everyday. Shes a prissy thing with a very large attitude. Shes the girl that rules the grade level, makes the rules, calls the shots kinda gal. Oh, and shes a twin...so imagine two of those coming at you full force. I had to give her the evil eye last week. She was talking, whispering, and pointing to students in my class just after we had our Fourth Grade Class Meeting on bullying. So, as I said I gave her the eye at lunch. The eye that says "I see what your doing, I don't like it, and Im going to continue to watch you." Since then she stares at me. Anyways...today at recess they set up a tattoo parlor. Yes, a tattoo parlor. The twins apparently came upon some very glittery gel pens and decided to give other girls tattoos, but you had to be on a the list, or put your name on the list and wait in line. So at recess I wandered to their little parlor and requested a silver heart on my wrist (My teacher had just gotten a pink one on hers). My name was put down and with time one of the twins gave me my tattoo. Very quickly though, but I think its because she doesnt like me...still. Being the artist I am and always having to play with media, I grabbed on of the pens and gave another little girl a butterfly tattoo on the top of her hand. I wished you could have seen the face I got. It said "I knoooow you didnt jus take my pen gurl....what you think you doing with that....you best be putting that back in here soon." The whistle was blown shortly after and she gathered her materials very quickly.

After school Holly and I went for a quick walk/run. It felt great. The weather today was perfect- warm, sunny, and a cool breeze. We go back into the neighborhood off Munsen. There is not as much traffic and the neighborhood is quite charming.

Of course I got nothing school related done this afternoon/evening. Which, in turn, means it will all have to be done tomorrow....yuck! I have senoritis right now. I've been in school for 16 years. SIXTEEN YEARS. I think letting myself slack off just a bit for one semester is deserved right? Mom is shaking her head...I know. I've gotten this far-Why give up now? I need motivation...How do i get that though? I dont really have anything to excite me. No work that challenges me. Maybe I should paint....will that motivate me? Probably not in regards to school.