Innocent When You Dream (78) - Tom Waits
In class today, I had a boy stab 17 holes into my beanbag. When I asked him why, he said that he didn't have anything to do, before adding, "well, besides my workbook." You'd be so proud of me, I stayed so calm as I dissected his odd behavior. He went to another room (I told him I couldn't handle having him in class for a while) to write a letter home asking for help in fixing the problem he made. Later, he shoved a kid, and was playing with stuff of mine that the kids know they're not allowed to touch. In print, it all sounds pretty tame, but it just seemed more and more ridiculous as the day went on. Holy heck...my school's so much easier to work at than any other school I've ever worked at. The behavior problem in my class is a kid who's constantly annoying who wants hugs. So much easier than Detroit was!
It was kind of cute today in PT, I've gotten to the point where I can be pretty independent. Also, my regular therapist is great at really pushing me, so when the new therapist tried to challenge me, she kept coming up with exercises that I've done, and moved beyond. I felt a little bad for her, it seemed like she really wanted to add something new to my repertoire.
I found out my friend Nancy was in the hospital today. What a terrible feeling. I stopped at Barnes & Noble on the way there to pick her up a present, and spent about an hour sitting and talking. She's been fighting a super-bug for a while, and I think it had just gotten away from her, and she seemed really dehydrated before. She sounded so much better in the hospital. It's scary and annoying spending the night there, and I don't wish that on her, but I'm glad to see her getting help! Click on her blog, and wish her well!
Lastly, a little artwork tonight, it's my sketchbook from last night and early this morning: