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The sixth grade art class read from pages 4-11 in an art magazine, with pages 4-9 being about Ansel Adams. The class members answered (apparently) challenging questions based on the reading that they did. During the last five minutes of class, I asked them which of Adams’ photos they liked best. About 7 kids answered and explained their choices. But one student – who had been rather difficult all during the class period, said, “Who is Adams?”   😦

The fifth grade class was tasked with taking off one shoe and placing it on the table and drawing it. Most of them did a pretty good job. Some argued. Some needed assistance and I was happy to be able to show them how to look at it and do an inch or two at a time. We did shoes in our art classes at Henry Ford College. Two (out of about 75?) students rebelled. L. just could not understand what could possibly be the purpose of drawing something so normal as a shoe. I explained several times: still-life, contour, details, arches and curves, training your eye and your hand to work together…..Nope. So he submitted a blank paper with only his name on it.

Another boy, D., spent most of his time messing around and trying not to get caught for messing around. He didn’t ask for any help. What he drew you would call a shoe, but it obviously took little time and effort. Next to it he wrote in large letters that his picture “sucked.”  And then – on the back – he wrote, very disrespectfully, “You = (poop emoji)”. I think he was surprised that I saw it when his paper was turned in, but since SO MANY of them forget to put their names on their papers (seriously!) I check every page on both sides and I saw it. I confronted him. He tried to say that it was “ice cream”. No. I’m not that stupid. While not doing so well with a shoe, he was quite good at drawing a poop emoji. He finally admitted to it and admitted it was disrespectful. I stood there and waited. He stood there and stared at me. “What????? I’m gonna be late and miss my bus.” I waited. Finally he said, “Sorry” and walked out of the room. I left a note for the teacher.

The cool thing was that most of the kids did quite a good job on the shoes, and that I was able to help a couple who had no clue how to get started on it. I loved seeing their excellent work.

I am sitting on the front steps at 5732 N. 4th St in Philadelphia PA, 19120.  In front of me I see a twin home and some trees, neighbors’ homes further down the street, and above all the full moon in the eastern sky. There’s a streetlight in front of our home which makes our hunter green 12-passenger van (license plate: EXTRA RM) look kind of navy blue at night. Behind me the white door is open to the enclosed porch. There’s a low brown shelf filled with shoes and skates, a tall blue shelf with various items on it, 6 bikes and a purple scooter. A few toys are littered about with a small stray sock or two, a couple of hoodies here and there. On the front of the porch there are 6 large windows, and on the sides are two large windows, each, which I have covered with a white sheet to be a privacy curtain from Stan on one side, Elmira on the other.

A french door with many little windows is closed, but leads to the living room. A sea of blue and white pleases – the free blue carpet that was once in Dr. Cornelius Van Til’s bedroom (raisin and cough syrup stains included in one small area) – “Dr. Van Til slept here.” There are blue cafe curtains and valances adorning the 2 windows between the living room and porch, with a beige-y sort of sofa bed below them with a sort of stripes of dark red, gray, and the tiniest bit of blue. On another wall stands a spinet piano with two nature paintings above. A third wall holds an entertainment center with a small television and VCR, books, etc.

The next room is the Study, with both sides lined with 72″ tall walnut-colored bookshelves, and in one corner, my desk, with a funny clothesline over it holding pictures and papers. In the corner there’s a small coat closet. In another corner there’s a window with a steep stairwell beneath it. There are toys and books and red and white cardboard bricks and lidded boxes marked with a picture of their contents. In the center there’s a sturdy pine table with a few chairs around it.

The next room is the dining room. There’s a white hutch that was probably original with the house in the 20’s if the layers and layers of paint and non-closing doors have anything to say about it. There’s a hutch that my dad built for us when we first moved to PA. There’s a 72″ long pine table from IKEA, surrounded by a variety of chairs – some with padded seats and navy/floral patterns that I recovered. The wainscoting is painted burgundy with a burgundy/pink/blue/green floral pattern stenciled just above it on the cream-colored ledge. There’s a refrigerator too. There’s a window ledge and window into the kitchen area, usually covered with stuff or else used to help get the dishes put away or served.

The last room in the straight-through is the little kitchen, light green-tiled because it came that way, painted white above, with little floral valances above. There’s an original sink with all white metal cupboards around and below it that creak when they are opened. There’s a small counter on each side of the sink, and an old gas stove. Above the stove is a pretty design I stenciled over white paint after I accidentally melted several of the light green tiles there. There’s a rolling cart and built in cupboards with a green/white counter above them, and a step stool in the corner. There’s a back door with a window with a curtain on it.

Out the back door are the steps that my brother built. They lead down into a small yard bordered by 5′ tall hedges; Stan the neighbor keeps the left one trimmed so it looks good in his yard. He ties a clothesline across it so that it will come out evenly. There’s a back fence and gate to a small alley that leads to the driveway which makes up one side of the “little block” the kids are allowed to ride around. Underneath the kitchen is a small Alice in Wonderland room that is not used for much, but we were once crazy enough to crawl in there and tack insulation above our faces in an effort to warm up the kitchen. I get claustrophobic just thinking about that day. There’s a sidewalk that goes along the right side of the house (from the door’s vantage point) and about 5-6 steps down to the laundry room/half bathroom.

As I sit on the steps, I ponder and pray. In the basement, Dennis is reading in the small office that my dad and brother built for him, or else he’s upstairs asleep. David is asleep or reading in the small bedroom that was built for him in the basement. When one goes from the dining room to the rather primitive-looking basement, one passes a mural I painted by tracing around each of our six kids – “Cookie Time!” Straight ahead would be David’s room, to the left the tool area and come around to go to the laundry room/half bath or outside to the yard. Opposite – under the front porch – is the “sand room”, so named because it was difficult to get all of the sand off of the floor, but at one time it was a favorite play place for Julie, Brian, Tim, and Kevin. And David’s room was a green-carpeted playroom with Dennis’s old cement block and board shelves for the toys, big plastic kitchen thing-ies, marked boxes, always, and a mattress to jump on. In the large laundry/half bath, there’s a clothespin by the dark gray door that one pulls on to turn on the light. The pin is attached to a long string that goes to the overhead bare bulb near the washer/dryer and toilet/utility sink  – allowing whoever enters to have light immediately. On the wall next to the toilet in the corner is a thick red plaid bedspread covering the wall to bring a bit of warmth to the freezing cold room. There’s also a small space heater for long stays.
There’s an old metal coat rack where I hang clothes on hangers to dry after about 10 minutes in the dryer, a shelf with our old record player (the radio still works), and another shelf or two for the boxes: one per person – laundry gets sorted into them and then each child is to retrieve the box and put his/her own laundry away. Above the washer is a large inspirational (yes, it was!) sign I made that reads, “She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.” Prov. 31:27

As I sit on the steps I think about Brian, Tim, and Kevin in bed in the turquoise room up above the living room. It used to house all four boys in bunkbeds. Then Kevin moved into the hall closet for 6 months, desirous to have his own room – we did it on New Year’s Eve – why not? Sofa cushions made for a bed, shelves held his clothes, a sheet tacked up gave him privacy and I even hung his name plaque in there. But when my dad and brother build the room for David (1996), Kevin was moved back in to share with Brian and Tim.
The boys have navy blue  and white sleeping bags.

The bathroom is painted mauve – which looks tan to Dennis. It has an old footed tub, a toilet, mirror, and sink. There are 8 hooks with personalized mugs of mauve, blue, and white hanging from them. Just like the basement bathroom and the bedrooms, the only locks are hook-and-eye.

Julie and Amy will be asleep in their bunk beds in the next bedroom where Amy told people “I just love my lavender walls.” Julie chose the colors. I built a triangular shelf in a corner, up high above her horse-covered desk, for her American Girl doll bed, as there was no place else for it. The closet is tiny and odd-shaped. There’s a big dresser and a small dresser, and every inch under the bed is in use. The girls have matching lilac comforters.

Last of all is our bedroom, with the same gold/brown carpet that we bought in MI and brought to all of our homes. At Jenkintown Road it was in the living room. At Lynwood Ave it was in our living room. At Boyer Street it was in the middle bedroom. And now it is in our back bedroom. We have a king sized bed, a small closet, a dresser, various shelves and pictures, including a tiger on the wall above our bed. I have stenciled yellow roses with green leaves around the top of the room. At one point in time we had our small television upstairs and many of us laid on the bed to watch “Garfield” and “Gummy Bears” on Saturday mornings.

With my eyes closed, or looking at the moon, I can imagine sitting on those front steps late at night. It is oh, so real that I could practically turn around and see it all, or hear someone calling, “Mommy?”

A student’s mother was searching the gym for the regular teacher. I introduced myself as the sub and asked if there was any way that I could help. She explained that her 7-year-old son A. has spina bifida and uses crutches. He was upset because whenever they play tag – no one ever tags him. No doubt they think it’s too easy to catch him and they shouldn’t, but he wants to be included. We discussed what I might say to the class without using his name. When the class arrived and I announced we would be playing “Sharks”, I said that when they play tag, they should not just chase their friends and tag them, they should tag everyone – that everyone in the class was playing and should be tagged. Now, it helped that in Sharks, there are 4 taggers and once a person is tagged he takes over the job of Shark. I noted that A. did get tagged a few times and also was the tagger – he couldn’t chase them, but he caught some as they ran past him. 🙂

Later they were practicing basketball skills. I stayed with him and chased the ball (sometimes all the way across the gym) when it got away from him, and it occurred to me to also count how many “dribbles” he did each time around. This encouraged him to try and even to adjust where his left crutch was so that the ball wouldn’t bump it so often. He reached 26 a couple of times and his best score was 37 bounces. He excitedly told his teacher of his accomplishment.

A boy in the nextclass was getting very upset – nearly in tears – because he could not make a basket. I got down on eye level with him and told him that’s why we were practicing and that just because he couldn’t do something right now doesn’t mean that he won’t be able to do it next week or next year or even later today. “We have to practice – that’s how we learn.” I worked with him, and though I don’t know a huge amount about sports, I encouraged what seemed a better technique (probably remembered from high school!) and he kept trying. Eventually he got a basket and I could see the relief on his face. He got another one a little later and then I left him to practice alone.

What is a substitute teacher? Just a glorified babysitter? No – we have the opportunity to make a difference in children’s lives also.

I was bound and determined to get to Kensington tonight.

I left work around 4 pm, stopped at a yard sale, and then my car wouldn’t start. Since I didn’t have my phone with me, I asked the yard sale people if I could use theirs to call AAA. Instead, they used my new jumper cables to get my car started. I was only a couple miles from the AutoZone that Dennis used to work at, so I drove straight there and learned that my battery was basically toast. Dennis’s former boss – Tony – was happy to sell me a new one and install it for me. I debated for a moment or two, but then I drove to Kensington and arrived at about 7 pm. It was well worth it.

It’s hard to describe the myriad of feelings that I had while I was there. I rehearsed some pleasant memories, reveled in the beauty of the lake and the sky, experienced the gentle massage of the water as I swam and floated, and smiled at some little kids.

After I got dressed, I sat in my chair on the lawn and a tall sandhill crane came within 5 feet of me and just stood and watched me. Since he stayed around for a long time, I decided to make a couple of sketches of him. I’m sure he was interested in some food, but since I had nothing to offer, I just talked to him and waved my arms – which seemed to make him come closer. He would look directly at me and kind of tilt his head a bit. Eventually he walked on – came back later – and after I finished my sketches, he went to the beach, fluttered his magnificent wings, and took off across the lake.

The sunset was not spectacular, but since the crane was so friendly, I stayed until about 9:30 p.m. or so. I enjoyed watching the silhouettes of the crane and a man, woman and dog – against the water. It was all SO lovely!

On the way home I stopped at the Redford fireworks for about 10-15 minutes and enjoyed them, then came home feeling very relaxed and happy.

At least – I hope so! Three years of subbing has brought me many wonderful and some awful experiences. I am SO glad I was able to do this. But I really hope that I can find a job (or enough customers to go freelance) in graphic design, writing, art, and editing – hey maybe even helping people organize (I did that once before and loved it).

I was able to work a full day today – in the morning I was supposed to be in the Resource Room. I arrived to find everything packed up because they are moving to another room. Nobody came – all the kids were happy today and had little or no work (report cards are already finished…..) so – nobody came down there. I spent an hour reading, getting sleepy, and they went to the office to ask what I might do. They found some filing and I did that until lunchtime.

When they announced that the school year was over, I went into the hall to wave goodbye. I got one hug (from a girl who I drew a picture of last week) and one high-five and some goodbyes from kids who recognized me. Then all the teachers went outside to wave to the kids on the buses as they went by. There were quite a few girls crying as they came down the hall – but I didn’t see any boys crying. 🙂 This school has 5th and 6th grade, so the 6th graders (now 7th graders) will go to the Middle School next year – so it was a farewell for them.

I spent the afternoon working with another sub to completely pack up everything in the teacher’s lounge (it’s being renovated). I enjoy this sort of work, even if it is a bit more physical. I emptied about 10 cupboards and a few drawers, sorted and matched up categories (for instance, there were napkins in about 5 different places) and then we boxed up everything and marked the boxes. The two of us worked for 3 hours and it was finished.

The only thing left to do is to drive to Melvindale and pick up my brand new lunchbox that I left there next week. That can wait until Tuesday, the secretary said. At 3:50 p.m. I picked up my 2nd-best lunchbox at a Livonia elementary school where I worked on Wednesday. Yes, it’s time for the school year to be over. 🙂

I don’t think the kids ever realize how much the teachers look forward to it.

I decided a long time ago that I would not sub in Redford anymore. Too bad, because there’s a school across the street from me. Well, I didn’t have any other work this morning, so I figured – hey, why not, and agreed to sub in 4th grade this morning. I decided that I was NOT going to leave there upset.

From the start, I only enforced having their work out and at least pretending to work on it and staying in their seats. I knew that keeping any level of quiet would be impossible.
Some of them did a few pages of math. Then, to my surprise, all of them worked on reading their Time For Kids magazines since I let them work together on it. It was actually quite nice for about 15-2- minutes. Then they made Minions and that wasn’t too bad. The problem was that certain kids wouldn’t stay in their seats, and when they got up it usually meant trouble. I sent 3 kids to the office at various times.

I debated what to do for the last hour, and decided to turn on a video. There was a lot of arguing about what to watch and I said that there was NO way they were going to agree on what to watch. Ended up watching two Donald Duck cartoons, a couple of Tom and Jerry cartoons, and some of the newer Road Runner cartoons (same plot, updated graphics and Wile.E.Coyote has a computer for ordering from Acme.) The kids were totally shocked when they saw Donald Duck and others SMOKING. I explained that the cartoon was made long before smoking was considered bad for you. It was interesting.

The good news is that I managed to not get stressed out and upset, despite disrespectful looks, comments, and behavior. It’s the penultimate day of the school year – my goal was just to keep people safe and survive. Rain poured down right at recess time – which means that they kids would have the (teacher-dreaded) indoor recess – I was VERY glad to be leaving before that.

In the afternoon, I was the gym teacher at a Livonia school – one that happens to be air-conditioned! Two classes went fine and then the last teacher said they weren’t coming due to their class party. I had a break – then was asked to take recess duty outside. Whew, was it hot out! Some kids I subbed for a few weeks ago saw me and hugged me and some remembered – you guessed it – the Pizza Hut song.

The only odd thing about the afternoon was that as I was passing by the gym to go to the office at the end of the day, I noticed that there were a lot of kids lining up for their buses but NO adult in there. I’m sure that was an error – one NEVER leaves a large group or even a small group of kids alone at a school. I went in and sat down and kept an eye on everybody for about 10 minutes until the principal came. I mentioned that I was surprised that no one had been in there – I wanted him to know, although this late in the school year it likely won’t be addressed.

Gym: varied activities between freeze tag, free play with lightweight soft volleyballs, races, and rock-paper-scissors-capture and r-p-s-last person standing. The kids loved it!

School secretaries are under-valued.

I sat in the air-conditioned office during a half hour break I had (no recess duty) today.
During that time the secretary fielded phone calls, answered questions from students and staff, and no doubt tried to take care of some of her OWN work along the way.

The door opens and a dozen kids walk in. This is a little unusual, since usually it’s just one “injured” person (kids think that ice fixes everything) and a friend who is along for moral support.

Secretary looks up at the entourage (all about 2nd grade level).
Very solemn voice says, “This is an emergency.”
Secretary, not seeing any blood or tears: “Which one of you is hurt?”
Several kids sort of taking turns talking (it’s like waves – one overlaps the other and another and another): “We found a butterfly with a broken wing. (Pause) We want to take care of it, so we need something to put it in.” Solemn faces all around.

Phone rings, other duties are calling. Secretary says that she will find some kind of container. Stands. Says that only two of them may stay – that the rest of them have to go back outside. Goes to find the container and take care of another request. Kids start arguing about who gets to stay.

“Me and L. found it”
“Well, it was my idea to come inside”
Etc.
I stand, put on my “Guest Teacher” identity again, walk across the office and command them all to leave. They analyze me briefly, not knowing who exactly I am, but recognizing the authoritative voice – at least on the second time I tell them. I choose the two who most adamantly seem to think that they are the founders and say that they can stay, and I shoo the rest of them out the door, sad faces on all. Another boy has stayed. He informs me that he is in THIRD grade, implying that the “only two can stay” rule didn’t apply to him. I send him packing as well. Secretary comes back with some sort of food container for the poor broken butterfly. I return to my seat, figuring that this isn’t the best time to tell the kids that holding a butterfly actually causes harm also, or to ask how they expect to help it get well. She tells them to put some leaves and twigs in the container. I’m thinking: fruit, maybe?

Before I think to add my comment, the door flies open and a staff member ushers in a wide-eyed, covered-face boy, stating, “Bloody nose coming through! Bloody nose coming through!” She takes the boy through the office to the appropriate room, followed by the secretary who now has to take care of this real emergency as the staff member returns outside. My “recess” time is over, so I head for the door. The secretary returns to her desk to answer the ringing ringing ringing phone and thanks me for my assistance as she picks up the receiver.