foil-relief

This will be my 9th year of eigth grade counting the one I did 43 years ago. Every year, I feel certain it will be my last. It's a good job. I'm just a little worn out. I work in supported ed. We have about 17 mainstreamed kids on our team. They are all awesome. This year I have chorus first period. I love starting the day with music. Third period is art. I get to do the projects right along with the kids. We are doing a "foil-relief" and I have filled mine with Indian symbols for "peace," "happy," "bear," and "summer." I ran one tear drop from the center down a meandering path off the gold foil. I am not artistic but I can write poetry which is just a way of painting pictures with words. The house is empty 'cept for the two of us. It's so very quiet. Three in college, one in law school and one saving his little family from a soggy house suffering from a water leak. Some days are a lonely celebration of a joyous journey.