A very energy draining day.
In Intermediate Algebra, we had the first lesson on how to use a graphing calculator.
Speech class was presentations. The topic was a Personal Experience.
Let’s say my speech was going well until one of the girls in the third row did a big intake of sobbing and had to blow her nose. Then a fellow in the corner used his knuckle to wipe the corner of his eye. It seems I can tell a real tearjerker of a story about a crocheted baby blanket. What moved me most was that I was all the way back to my seat before the clapping began. It took that long for them to get a meaning for all I had said.
I’m going to wait until I get back the grade before I decide if I’ll post it on here. One fella says it should be published. Husband says print it in a place where I’ll get paid for it.
This evening, I am watching my videotape of MULAN and crocheting a potholder like the one my cousin sent for Christmas. Very easy and mindless, just singles going around and round.
~~love and Huggs, Diane