Shunday
Is been a vewy busy day here today. Firs, breakfass at the IHOP, whish I no like so much but my girlz love. Then teashing the Girls Scouts to knit, wish made one liddle girl cwy because thas the kind of teacher I are.
I forgot to eat lunch. This happen me sometimes.
But is Happy! Hour! I so HAPPY! I had a rum and coke on an empty stommick and now I so FUNNY. SO FUNNY. Laugh, darnit. Laugh until you nap!
Tomorrow ish a vewy biggish day here...
Okay, sorry. I have to stop writing drunk now because I'm starting to feel like Junie B. Jones. I AM a tad tipsy and very vewy tired. Those Girls Scouts--man, what a tough crowd.
I honestly did make a little girl cry today in knitting class. Like, repeatedly. I hope it's just that she was getting sick. I mean... I don't hope she's getting sick but I also would prefer her complete frustration and sobbing meltdown to be blamed on something besides my ineptitude as a teacher.
Having said that, I also must admit that I suck as a teacher. At least, of knitting. Some things, um, like how to lose one's temper at the drop of a hat or how to bury one's desk in paper, I can teach with very little effort. You might call me a natural. But when I'm teaching something that requires technical...um...well, teaching-- those things I pretty much teach by saying things like, "So, you, um, do THIS and then you do... THIS. You use THIS pointy thing to do this sort of curly thingy and then you pull the whatsit back into the deal."
I don't know, I wore my new "knitterly" earrings and everything. But it DOES occur to me that maybe I should have just had a big drink before I started class. I would probably have been more coherent.
I forgot to eat lunch. This happen me sometimes.
But is Happy! Hour! I so HAPPY! I had a rum and coke on an empty stommick and now I so FUNNY. SO FUNNY. Laugh, darnit. Laugh until you nap!
Tomorrow ish a vewy biggish day here...
Okay, sorry. I have to stop writing drunk now because I'm starting to feel like Junie B. Jones. I AM a tad tipsy and very vewy tired. Those Girls Scouts--man, what a tough crowd.
I honestly did make a little girl cry today in knitting class. Like, repeatedly. I hope it's just that she was getting sick. I mean... I don't hope she's getting sick but I also would prefer her complete frustration and sobbing meltdown to be blamed on something besides my ineptitude as a teacher.
Having said that, I also must admit that I suck as a teacher. At least, of knitting. Some things, um, like how to lose one's temper at the drop of a hat or how to bury one's desk in paper, I can teach with very little effort. You might call me a natural. But when I'm teaching something that requires technical...um...well, teaching-- those things I pretty much teach by saying things like, "So, you, um, do THIS and then you do... THIS. You use THIS pointy thing to do this sort of curly thingy and then you pull the whatsit back into the deal."
I don't know, I wore my new "knitterly" earrings and everything. But it DOES occur to me that maybe I should have just had a big drink before I started class. I would probably have been more coherent.
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Although, for the record, my biggest class was a group of Red Hat Society ladies, and I remember that alcohol really helped. Although I'm not sure getting the Girl Scouts drunk would gain you any points, either...
Bwaahahahaha!!!
And you put the whozit in the whatzits how? I'm so never going to be a knitter. But damn it I will play this here guitar. I'll probably quit before I'm a star...on Broadway.
No, I haven't been drinking. But I was plied with chocolate early in the day.