Teacher-Moms, on the edge…
My girlfriends and I have regular get togethers where I have a legitimate excuse to make crafts from Pinterest and share the coolest things I read about on the internet. Oh, and I like their daughters too – BONUS! Just kidding, I really enjoy being a non-traditional leader that guides young minds into thinking what I think is cool.
Not tooting my own horn, but I’m a pretty cool Girl Scout leader. I don’t conform to the script or follow any of the rules (shocker), but the teacher in me can bust out WAY better activities and crafts than the cookie cutter stuff corporate pumps out and charges too much for (did you see what I did there?) Every time we meet I think that meeting was the best meeting and this one did not disappoint!
We talked about sundials and calendars. I covered everything from vocabulary to history, math to science (Because that ‘s how a seasoned teacher that has honed the art of a 47 minute lesson rolls). The girls told time by the sun, found the day of the week for any date, constructed dodecahedron desk calendars, and even made their very own perpetual calendars. (We had already made sundial watches but we talked about them again!)
Everything was great! The mom’s had fun, the girls made stuff, and everyone went home smarter. I was even secretly proud of the fact that I had provided the neighborhood kids with a springboard in which to get off their butts and their gadgets and get outside.
That was until my husband called me a vandal. I think that’s pretty strong language, I mean I didn’t have any bad words and there wasn’t a wall in sight, but apparently painting on the street is frowned upon (he has been the only frowner – I haven’t heard any other complaints). He even bought graffiti remover and a special brush. I’m pretty sad about having to clean it up because it was done in the name of education, but lucky me it’s been windy and rainy and he leaves when it’s dark and comes home when it’s dark. I figure I have until next Sunday to enjoy it.
So today’s lesson kids: beauty and knowledge are only paper deep and spray paint is the gateway medium to the thug life.
"I don't cut the ribbon at the opening of markets. I don't stand next to the mayor. Hit your baseball into my yard, and you'll never see it again." - Tom Waits
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