September 3rd, 2010


Poem for Friday and Back to School

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Thursday was very quiet compared to Wednesday, which is all to the good. Paul worked from home because we knew we needed to go to the food store, and he neither wanted to drive in his overheating van nor take mine and make me drive his till we can get the AC fixed (hopefully next Tuesday). We had breakfast and lunch together and went to get milk, cereal, peanut butter, sharp cheese, and other necessities of life. Adam finally attended a photography class after putting up with three days of a software class he didn't want; he seems happier and the teacher seems really good, well versed in both digital and film photography and expecting them to do their own printing, dry matting, framing, etc. in the classroom on the very good equipment owned by the school. I am impressed!

We learned more about the photography teacher in the evening, when we went to Back to School night at Adam's high school...which was also my high school, and where I got to see my tenth grade math teacher who actually remembered me (she was one of my favorite teachers even though she taught trigonometry, in which I got a D the first quarter -- she had come to see me in a play at Glen Echo's puppet theater, my first real job). Adam's teachers all seem very good, particularly the chemistry teacher -- retired Navy with two toddlers for whom he is the primary caretaker, he works part-time -- and the theater teacher, who also teaches math and has the kids do improv exercises with numbers, though she just finished a seminar in teaching Shakespeare at the Folger and is very enthused about them acting Shakespeare. We saw lots of people we know, including the daughter of my parents' nearest neighbors who has a son there, our former next-door neighbor who has a son who's a junior, and the parents of many kids our kids have known for many years.

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