Reporting From the Front

First, reminder to self: NO POLITICS NO POLITICS NO POLITICS. But I will repeat what I said the other day. I am astonished that intelligent people of good faith can look at the same stuff -- or in this case, political candidates -- and have such absolutely different reactions. And now, repeat: NO POLITICS NO POLITICS NO POLITICS.

Deep breath.

It's about a quarter to twelve and I have an unexpected lull. I have so far today done two freshman classes of I.D. cards, and about the equivalent of a class-size worth of replacement cards for upperclassmen. So far, all the kids have been very polite and pleasant and often amusing. I have already seen the obligatory Most Obsessed Member of the Freshman Class, as well as The Quirkiest Member of the Freshman Class. The Obsessed One handed in his homework to the teacher whose class was here for the pictures, waited until he saw his teacher check off his name in both attendance and collected homework, sat down, and when the teacher asked "Now do I have everyone's work?", jumped up again to make sure he was checked off. The Quirky One carried a bottle of water in his hand, had another bottled clipped to his belt loop, and had three more in an outside pocket of his backpack. So.

It's going very well. I'm tired, but not like I was. (And today I'm on my feet all day.) But I slept this morning until the alarm (!!), so that was like getting an extra hour or two of sleep for me.

Next class coming in. More to follow.

Home.

In the afternoon classes, I met The Vain Girl ("Do I have to have my picture taken? OMIGOD! How does my hair look?") and The Socially Stupid Girl, who was so busy chatting with the others in line that when I said "Look right at the camera and hold still," she scrunched up her nose and looked at her friends and said "What?" Which led to my explaining to her that I was taking a still photograph, and had she ever had her picture taken before? She said "What?" After which every other kid in line giggled (understandably) when it was their turn and I said "Look right at the camera and hold still." I giggled with them.

After school was a horse of a different color, maybe 50 kids, maybe more, in to get cards done, with me all alone. Someone will be emailed in the morning.

Ah well. The day is over and it was waaay better than the last two, exhaustion wise. I'm not unhappy or stressed. I just have to keep reminding myself: NO POLITICS NO POLITICS NO POLITICS.


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READING: A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson