Why why why! Can't I get anything done after lunch! What is my problem!
Don't answer that.
I've been busily exchanging email with Eliz's other team teacher, who is trying to make some sense of Bloodlust Boy's behavior yesterday. Teacher #2 is remarkably candid and very insightful, and obviously cares so much for making the kids completely comfortable. It's making me want to invite her over for dinner. Wouldn't that be freaky for Eliz, though, to have her teacher suddenly show up at her own door. Yipes! How could she yell unreasonably at her little sister with such an authority figure watching?! She was also worried that Eliz is getting bored, and how much Eliz complained about the planetarium field trip.
At that, it was all I could do not to launch into my own stories of complete boredom at planetaria. I really hate a planetarium. What a yawn! It's not like I"m not interested in outer space or what have you, it's just that a planetarium is AWFUL. I will explore this opinion further, if I ever remember to do so. It's similar to my unreasoning vitriol toward Renaissance Festivals. Huzzah! AAAAAGH!
Right now, it's time to pick up Sophie.
Good God, the Renaissance Faires at the K-8 level. Hate them. Hate the cost of the costume rentals. Hate the confusion and merging of Medieval and Renaissance themes.
Let's give thanks that we don't send our kids to Waldorf Schools where it's a Renaissance Faire all the ding dong time.
Posted by: GraceD | March 15, 2005 at 02:49 PM
I vaguely liked the planetarium before. I came to love it starting when they let me take a day off from school to learn to run the equipment to give the presentation to my class the next day. Back in the old days that kind of thing was the way to keep the bored kids involved. Today the whole friggin' thing is probably run by computers. That's progress?
Posted by: 'mouse | March 15, 2005 at 02:59 PM
The only thing planetariums are good for is a place for high school kids to drop acid and watch Dark Side of the Moon Laserium.
When Himself and I were first dating, he thought it would be a good idea to take me to a Ren Faire. I tried to convince him that no, really, it wasn't a good idea at all, but he didn't believe me.
He became a believer after two hours of my persistent mocking of everyone there and their bad English accents and raging against the historical inaccuracies, though. Oh yes, he believes now.
HUZZAH! Ka-pow! Judo chop! I'm a Renaissance Ninja!
Posted by: Ms. Jane | March 15, 2005 at 03:30 PM
I personally have fond memories of the planetarium - the college punk spinning the planets and stars around faster then he should once the professor stepped out, the excitement of so many junior high boys and girls all in one dark place at the same time, the girl next to me, reaching out and taking my hand.
But it was the stars spinning by so fast that sold me on our true place as humans in time and space. A dot for all of life to blast on past. A goofy lump in the dark.
Posted by: Keith | March 15, 2005 at 04:16 PM
Hiiiii-YAH!
Posted by: Ms. Jane | March 15, 2005 at 04:19 PM
Ouch! Quit chopping at me!
It's not like I confessed to walking around a Ren Faire and liking it. Not that I would. Not in this crowd. No man yearns for death by Renaissance Ninja.
Posted by: Keith | March 15, 2005 at 06:05 PM
THANK YOU MS. JANE. I am grateful and pleased you triggered my fond memories of hallucinogenic ingestion on school field trips. Trip being the operative word.
Perhaps acid dropping at the next Rena-medeival Faire would ease the pain.
Posted by: GraceD | March 15, 2005 at 06:14 PM
You people! I'm telling you!
Posted by: Jo | March 15, 2005 at 06:18 PM
Acid dropping school children! I thought the system was supposed to grind you all up and lose you between the cracks somewhere?
Posted by: Keith | March 15, 2005 at 07:37 PM
Where do you think they are? This is spanglemonkey, man!
Posted by: Jo | March 15, 2005 at 08:47 PM