It just occurred to me that if I want to teach children between the ages of 6 and 11 art, it is wholly in my power to advertize my mad skills on a private basis and run small weekend art classes out of my home or a local children’s centre.
I’m just desperate to do for other young children what Mrs. Havercamp did for me and several generations of public school students in my hometown, but England’s primary (elementary) school structure doesn’t allow for that kind of specialized teaching. Until secondary school, your main class teacher teaches everything, so there aren’t “Specials” (it’s what we called them). Which is also a lot of pressure and leads to a whole new understanding of why education in the arts and technology at that level is so sparse and hit and miss. The arts and technology are very specialized fields, and not everyone has the aptitude for teaching them.
Buy whatever. This is a thing I need to consider.
My current plan is to sit here until Matt gets home and then ask him to hoover me/the chair.
I am a lazy mess with a cold. I’m satisfied with my decision.
This stupid cold is moving into my chest and if it weren’t for the fact that I’m supposed to be one of only 4 people working tomorrow, I’d be a hell of a lot more tempted to say “Fuck it” and not go to work in the morning.
Now that I’m having a baby, I keep thinking about the little milestones of my childhood that meant I was Grown Up.
Like the first time I was asked to collect the trash from everyone’s rooms (only the first time), or the first time I did the dishes (stepping carefully between two chairs so I could reach the double sink), or when I was finally big enough to take out the dehumidifier water by myself (about a gallon in an awkward dehumidifier bucket through the basement and garage without spilling it).
And I’m thinking about them and how exciting those moments will be for the baby, and how cool he’ll think he is, haha.
Not that any of that is for years and years. First he’ll have to master how to walk and talk and go to the toilet. Obviously.
Man, it’s going to be super awkward at my husband’s cousin’s baby’s christening in October. Because after the event at the obligatory family gathering (with cake!), there will be a lot of probing about our baby’s eventual christening. Which is an event that I don’t plan on having. Ever.
He can choose for himself when he’s big, but I’m not about to indoctrinate him into a religion that I’m not a part of myself.
Yes. Super awkward for all.