I imagine that my more-intuitive students can gauge my mood and headspace almost immediately when they see my writing on the whiteboard.
Each day, I write the date and plan for the day as well as a small message pertinent to the immediate future.
Days that writing is bubbly and written in an array of colours and thought given to spacing and parallel lines: forecast great!
Days that writing is monochromatic and rushed and small and too the point with a million additions crammed in: hold on to your hats. We’re feeling behind!
While even this last week alone has probably been a mixture of the two, it has felt like a slightly crammed-writing sort of week. Things feeling just a bit rushed and behind, as we readjust to life after a week away (at Fire School). Things feeling just a bit rushed and behind, trying to get all those planned things done before Fall Break.
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The two of us went for dinner last Thursday night. AND. The same writing indicator isn’t true for the other one of us. When behind or rushed, the [s.] other’s writing remains flawless. AND. I think it would be fair to say that the [s.] other’s week has been an understated slightly busy week.
We went for dinner amidst the busyness, and it was a perfect escape on a perfectly yellow-orange fall day.
Time together, with or without fall colours, always is a perfect escape.
It, as Thanksgiving approaches, is something I’m very very grateful for.
With the help of Pulcinella, well, a manager there we even had an icing-on-the-cake moment, with an on-the-house duo of champagne.
If at school, my writing would have went from crammed to expressive. …All in the timespan of less than an hour. Well, that’s a bit of a rough analogy. If at school, the beverage would be a green tea. Coffee at best.
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The weekend at home this last one, I hope I paid some of those great sentiments forward. The homefront was one when expressive whiteboard writing was difficult amidst life changes, decisions, and …life, the more hectic version. While an exciting trip to Vegas was planned and booked for the holidays, all that was slightly shadowed by instances more immediate.
So while moderately successful spreading good cheer this last weekend. I hope this next one for Thanksgiving can be a better ching-ching from me amidst more laughter and smiles. Ching-ching, being the sound effect made by the Pulcinella manager, to indicate the champagne placement wasn’t a miswritten table number. Thanksgiving. My mom’s B-Day celebration (the actual day is tomorrow).
Life is crazy BUT it doesn’t usually take much to start the momentum to make things better. Usually things-smaller and things-easier are pretty great at doing the trick.
Fall break is coming, school can take a back seat, life can take the front. When I return the students can likely see the writing they hope for presented before them. =)