Driving out to work today, running late and with Clementine in tow (not how I planned to go to work), I was thinking of what I would write about today. It had been a laaaaaaame day. It started with an argument. I took my anger out on our dried up old Christmas tree. I defrocked it successfully, but trying to wrestle it out of the house was catastrophic. My arms were scratched, my fingers sliced up. Judging from the volume of needles on the floor, the fight may have been a draw, but it was hard to see it that way. Though considering I’m still picking the needles out of my bra, I think the Christmas tree may have gotten the last laugh.
Anyway, driving out to work today I was clearly not in a good mood and was trying to think about what in the world I’d write about on a blog that is supposed to be things I love. Then I got to work. I tutor kids who are homeless. My job rocks.
The two girls I was tutoring today are just spectacular little girls. Slow as molasses but sweet and sharp. It takes forever to get them to solve a math problem, but when they finally write that last digit, it’s correct. So tutoring them is less about teaching and more about sitting next to them and
poking redirecting them. The younger of the two has less homework so she tends to eventually have some free time. We do math-related games while her sister finishes up. Today she wanted to draw half pictures, in which she drew one side of a picture and I mimicked it on the other side. (Totally involving math/symmetry - I love it when math sneaks into play time.) That’s our masterpiece above. We were both quite proud.
I love working with these girls, and it really did turn my day around. But there is this other side benefit…
The best pictures that have ever been taken of me are done by the school security check-in camera. Not just today. Every time I go. I have not been feeling so cute these days, so it’s a real ego boost to not only see myself looking pretty on the big screen (okay, ancient computer monitor), but also to have the treasure printed up as a sticker I can wear. Granted it has ident-a-kid plastered all over my face, but that’s okay because it cannot diminish the smoking sort of glamor I’ve got going.
I’m hesitant to post the picture because it’s not the best one I’ve taken at the Gaines photo booth, but really, how can I not post it after this build up? Usually I smile, but as I saw myself in the monitor, I thought that I really needed to start a collection of these, so I went for a different look. It better reflected my mood anyway.
I told Dave about this and then showed him the picture. He said it looks like a still from a security camera. Obviously he’s not seeing the beauty. Maybe you’re not either. Don’t worry. There will be more. You’ll see the light.
I told Dave that we were going to have our family portraits done at Gaines School from here on out. He was not willing to go there, but did suggest that he and the girls can go to Olan Mills and we’ll photoshop my ident-a-kid portrait into theirs. Marriage is all about compromise.
I love my job. It’s all about the kids. Really.