Friday, October 19, 2018

Shrinking Middle Schoolers

It's a ceramics class, so while the kiddos are working with their hands, they talk. About all sorts of things.

I don't know how they got on the topic of middle schoolers. (The classes are populated with 11th and 12th graders.) But, I also don't know how they got on the topic of God, of tweezing eyebrows, of Bob Ross, or of when their parents had the sex that produced them. They talk about all sorts of weird things.

I generally don't butt into the conversations unless they are factually incorrect or they're talking about something that isn't appropriate for a classroom. But this one...

"They're so small. The middle schoolers are shrinking."

Me: "No, you're just bigger. You were that size once."

"No. I wasn't..." She thought about this. "Are you sure they're not smaller than they used to be?"

Me: "The middle schoolers are the same size as they have been. You've just grown."

She took my word for it. But it kind of blew her mind. She didn't think she'd grown that much, but today's middle schoolers were much smaller than her.

The difference between 11th grade and 7th grade is four years. To them it feels like longer. (Oh, don't even get them started on "little kids". They really have no concept of age.)

Thursday, October 18, 2018

Bright and Shiny

Wednesday morning. I opened the door to the classroom, flipped on the lights, and startled at how bright it was in the classroom. Whoa!

But I knew immediately what had happened. I looked up. Sure enough, overnight all the lights had been replaced.

My first assignment for this school this school year was a history class. And I noticed the new lights in that room. Instead of the old fluorescent flat panels, these have a column of light down the center. Apparently, these are LEDs, so they're more energy efficient.

Usually, when I enter a classroom, I haven't been in there in a while. So, I wouldn't notice the difference in the lighting. But, because I had been there the day before, I immediately saw it. And whoa, these things are so much brighter than the fluorescent panels.

Now I understand why others have said that getting used to the new lights is an adjustment.

This also answered a question I had had. I wondered how long it took them to install. (Some rooms have them, some rooms don't.) Now I know. Overnight. (The students said that they're upgrading a couple classrooms a night.)

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

20 More Minutes

I'm still in the same ceramics class from last week. At the moment we're told the teacher is only going to be out two more weeks. We're hopeful, but I won't be at all surprised if this assignment gets extended further.

The sub caller laughed about how I'm getting "the weird ones". To be fair, this is only the second "weird one" after the CAD teacher's jury duty kept getting extended in August. (I suppose she meant that usually these longer assignments are more expected, like a teacher is out for a scheduled surgery or maternity leave.)

What I find funny is that I stumbled into this assignment because I wanted 20 more minutes in bed.

That Wednesday I had nothing scheduled. So, I was happy to receive an early morning wake up call. I had a couple choices as to an assignment (which was much better than the day before when there had been nothing).

I had a choice between two sites. I picked the site with the later start time just because if I'd picked the other site, I would have had to get out of bed as soon as I hung up the phone.

So, I stumbled into this assignment out of sheer laziness. It's a strange sort of luck.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018


At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements. 😉

What if you just discovered that the Halloween costume you've been planning and putting together for weeks is similar to the one your worst enemy (or best friend) is also going to be wearing to that party that you'll both be at?

Monday, October 15, 2018

A Bit of Halloween

Another weekend, another show...

This time it was a small boutique. Luckily we were indoors, for it rained.

While I had my cold last week, I had an itching to make a Halloween headband kind of like my Christmas one. So, once I was feeling better, I got to it.

It was done just in time for the boutique...

It's supposed to be a little witch's hat. Perhaps I should make a bigger one?

Friday, October 12, 2018

He Likes Us

When I talked to the ceramics teacher's wife the day after his accident (where he broke his collar bone), she warned me that his period five was his difficult class.

They got the same intro as the other periods (namely, they were told what had happened to Mr. P and that he'd be out for longer than a couple days). Then we got into the lesson (which was busywork as Mr. P hadn't anticipated being out).

As I do, I strolled around the room. I overheard many interesting conversations.

"And he was just beginning to like us..."

After school, I got a text telling me that Mr. P was awake and wanted to speak to me.

He asked how his classes were. I told him things had gone smoothly, considering. (This was true.)

Then I related what I'd overheard in fifth period.

Mr. P laughed. Apparently, no, he was not warming up to them. But he was amused they thought so.

I felt no need to disabuse them of this notion, though. Perhaps they'll be on their best behavior upon his return.

Thursday, October 11, 2018

That Was Fast

It was one of those mornings. No lesson plans after an early morning wake up call. Luckily, I found one of the teacher's previous sub lesson plans with his phone number on it. Hurrah!

I texted him only to get a call back from his wife. The night before he had gone bicycle riding, and he'd had a bit of an accident. Broken collar bone. She called me because he was asleep.

High school ceramics. The majority of the students are juniors and seniors.

I asked Mrs. P how much I could tell the kiddos. She said I could inform them of the situation.

So, third period, I started class with the story. (I didn't get a chance to talk to Mrs. P until second period.) You'll be glad to know that when I related "broken collar bone", the majority of the class winced. (It's rather scary when classes cheer injury, but I've seen it happen.)

We got on with the lesson (Mrs. P was also helpful in helping me locate lesson plans). Class ended. Then it was passing period to fourth period.

Three or four students had arrived. One boy at the back of the class spoke to a classmate. "Accident. Broken collar bone."

My thought: "Man, that was fast."

You'd think we'd need a period before students came in knowing the story, but no. I guess we can blame it on cell phones. I'm sure someone texted someone and it got back to this kid.

I confirmed his story at the beginning of class. And every period after, there was at least one student who had heard. In sixth period, the girl was incredulous. She read her text. She looked at me. She shook her head relating what she'd read. I confirmed.

At least they know the real story. Those false rumors can quickly get out of control.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Sticky Fingers

Eighth grade math. The assignment: a shut up sheet. (Same teacher as the link. Although, I don't think the kiddos have learned the term yet.)

The lesson plan warned that the students should not be out of their seats. They were not to go anywhere near the front of the room. And for the most part the classes remained seated and on task.

But, they needed a lot of help. The kiddos were having issues with rounding, of all things.

Fourth period. There was this one kid. His desk "magically" slid forward. And his stuff wasn't where he left it, supposedly.

At one of the pauses, when none of the kiddos needed me at the moment, I happened to glance at the teacher's podium, and I found one of my supplies was missing. My eraser.

Before assuming one of the kiddos was a klepto (but these are eighth graders, so I was pretty sure it was theft), I took a look around the podium (that they weren't supposed to get near) to make sure it hadn't fallen somehow.

Luckily, it was mid way through the period. It wasn't too late. And as this sort of thing has happened before, I know how to get my stuff back.

I asked for it.

Now, no one admitted that they took it. And I didn't accuse anyone. I just announced to the class that I wanted my eraser back, and whoever took it needed to return it. I didn't even resort to threats. (Although, I totally would have called security if it had come to it.)

Another student needed help. Before I got back up front, someone "found" my eraser on the floor next to the podium. Imagine that.

Eraser returned. I was good. I said no more of it.

Well, not to the class. To the teacher... Yeah, that went in the note. I may have also pointed out who I suspected was the culprit. Because the teacher totally needs to know he has a klepto in his class.

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Contingency Plans

At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements. 😉

Emergencies happen. It's part of the reason I have a job. And that was kind of driven home for me this last week. Which is what gives us today's question...

What if you were in an accident tonight? (I'm going to specify that while you were hurt, you'll eventually fully recover. However, you won't be going anywhere tomorrow.) What would happen to all of your responsibilities tomorrow? (Will they be covered? Will someone be scrambling? Will you have some stress trying to get things taken care of?)

Monday, October 8, 2018

Slow Week

Not much to report on the knitting/crochet front. I mean, I have projects...

My WIPs live in a box. The above picture shows the box.

I even made some progress on a crocheted mask...

That may not look like much progress, but as it had been sitting for a couple weeks, I consider that a huge improvement.

And then the cold hit...


Resting now. I hope you all have a clear (not stuffy) head this Monday.

Friday, October 5, 2018

The Wait

Called to cover an extra period after lunch, I figured I'd get a jump start on what they'd be doing by getting there a bit early. I called for someone to come and open the room for me.

I got to the classroom a good three minutes before the end of lunch. I waited. Then the bell rang.

Ah well. It wasn't like three minutes was going to make that much of a difference.

As the students arrived (eighth graders), they waited along with me. A few asked why we were waiting. I told them we needed someone to unlock the door.

The passing period ended with no security in sight. Um...

(I should mention that eighth graders do not wait patiently. They wait loudly. And now all the other classes were in session.)

I called again. "I'm still waiting for someone to come and unlock this door."

Apparently, someone had forgotten to make the walkie-talkie call...

Since I had no desk to thump my head on, I'll call this a headwall.

(Security spends their time on campus, observing. Transporting. And such. So, to get into contact with them, one needs to contact them via walkie-talkie. This is easy enough to do as the front office staff has a walkie-talkie or two. Ideally, they grab the walkie-talkie right after someone calls them. Not this time, though.)

Security did arrive shortly after this. Well, two different people arrived. Then there was the whole different issue of getting the kiddos to settle down and get to work, but that's a different story altogether.

Thursday, October 4, 2018

For Show

Government class. They were working on an outline of the U.S. Constitution. (It was actually a great way to make them go through it carefully.)

Certain teachers are fairly strict about things like cell phones and eating in class. Ms. M is one of those. She even has it posted in her class rules:

Note Rule #5
So, when I caught students in fourth period eating in class, I asked them to put the food away. They argued that Ms. M was okay with them eating in class.

Really? That's not what it says in her posted rules.

"Oh, that? That's just for show. Because it's a school rule. She doesn't mean it."

Uh huh. Sure. Let's see how Ms. M reacts to that little tidbit. They really should know by now I write down things like that.

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Not Today

It's district writing assessment time. Oh joy...

During the prep/lunch period (at the continuation high school, one prep period is considered lunch), the counselor came in to deliver three writing assessments for students in the next period. She pointed out one, mentioned the boy by name, and said he really needed to work on this in class. Okay, then.

The next period arrived. I passed out the writing assessments. The boy had turned on his computer and had Krunker going. (This is the game of the moment at that school.) I realized he was the one the counselor had told me about. (I'm slow with names, but at a certain point I realize who is who.) I handed him his assessment.

"I'm not doing this today."

Me: "Ms. D said you need to write this."

"No, I talked to Ms. D. She said I don't have to do this today as I'm leaving at 1:55. I'll do it tomorrow."

Me: "That's about a half hour away. You have plenty of time to start."

And around it went. He wasn't having any of it. He was going to play his game.

Of course, on my way out, I ran into Ms. D. I told her all about what the boy had not done in class. (The principal was there, too.) She confirmed that she had told him to start writing the essay. Apparently, he doesn't realize I talk to people at the school.

Deep sigh. There's a whole lot of apathy and not doing any work going on at the continuation high school right now. We'll see if they get any more motivated the closer they get to their projected graduation date.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

A Radical Change

At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements. 😉

The other day on Turner Classic Movies I caught a bit of Watermelon Man. After reading the premise, I thought, what a great what if. So, here it is...

What if you woke up one day to find that you were a different race?

Monday, October 1, 2018

The New Camera

I bought a new camera a couple weeks ago. I'm still not convinced I really needed it.

My old camera was a Christmas present several years ago. I've had it for at least twelve years. Maybe fourteen. So, yeah, it can be argued that since the technology was clearly outdated, it was time to upgrade. But it did the job still.

I mean, the old camera had some issues. There was a lag between the time I'd press the shutter button and the image was captured. But I mostly take product photos now, so that wasn't a big deal.

And, the camera required AA batteries. Batteries that it went through quickly. I was lucky if a set of two batteries lasted through two photo sessions. So, I could get roughly 200 pictures out of a set (and that's a high estimate as to how many pictures I'd take in two photo sessions).

Still, these were known issues and I was dealing with them.

A couple years ago (okay, maybe five), the camera no longer held onto the date and time. So, every time I was ready to take pictures, I had to set the date and time. No biggie, really. And if I had to change the batteries mid-photo shoot (the camera ate batteries, so having to change batteries mid-shoot was common), I'd have to reset the date and time.

Again, I got used to that. At least I didn't have to remember to fix the time when Daylight Saving Time started or ended.

Then, about two years ago, the LCD screen stopped showing images. That is, when I take a picture, it would flash briefly on the LCD screen so I could make sure the image captured. But no longer. When that first happened, I thought the image wasn't being stored on the SD card. But it turned out it was.

So, the camera had some issues that I had learned to deal with. I still got fairly decent images. It still worked.

The new camera has a rechargeable battery (yay!) and its SD card holds over 10,000 images (as opposed to my old camera's 515). The new SD card even fits into my laptop. (No more dragging out the cable to connect the camera to the computer.)

But I'm still not convinced that I really needed a new camera. (Especially as I struggle to learn how to operate the new camera and I fight with the focus--getting images to come out in focus isn't working as easily as I would like.) Someone, please, talk me off this ledge.

Friday, September 28, 2018

Who's to Blame?

For the first four days of the six day chemistry assignment, we were watching The Day After. (They then had a writing assignment about nuclear power.)

It was period 4, the difficult group. I had just been shushing them again, so I stood and moved to a different spot where they could all see me. Glaring at them.

On screen, two characters had emerged from where they were holed up after the nuclear bombs had been dropped. The girl was having an understandable meltdown. The guy was trying to get her to go back inside, trying to explain that the radiation in the air was dangerous.

"What do you think killed all these animals?" he asked.

A boy at the back of the room responded. "White people."

(Go to about 4:54 for the scene in question. I couldn't get it to embed at the proper time code.)

My reaction? I laughed. I mean, he wasn't wrong...

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Expected Drill

There's always a fire drill on a minimum day.

I was surprised to learn Tuesday was a minimum day. The kiddos would get out at 12:45 so the teachers could ready their rooms for back to school night.

When I checked in for the day, I asked about the fire drill. The secretary said there wasn't a fire drill.

No fire drill? On a minimum day? Really?

Okay, fine. But on my way to the classroom, I ran into another sub. He mentioned something about a fire drill.

I knew it! I called the secretary. She said she'd check.

As the students walked into period 1, one of them mentioned that there was a fire drill in ten minutes. I figured she knew what she was talking about. And she did. Ten minutes into class, the principal came over the PA to do his usual talk before the fire drill began.

At least this fire drill was mostly painless.

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Which Stapler?

The assignment was for six days in a high school chemistry class, the same one from last week. The teacher had left them a movie (that took us four days to get through--it was a crazy schedule week). After the movie, they had a three paragraph "report" to write.

(The writing was tangentially related to the movie which was tangentially related to chemistry, so I won't bore you with assignment details.)

Upon completion of the writing assignment, they were to staple their writing to the prompt and turn it in. There were two staplers left out for the students to use.

They all went for the red one. So much so that students on the side of the automatic stapler would wait for the student using the red one to finish before stapling.

Turns out, they weren't sure what to make of the automatic stapler. I know this because I started offering it to them.

"That's a stapler too."

Every single person who tried it needed me to explain how to get it to work. Some tried to press the top down. And when the staple slammed home (it's loud), half of them jumped. Most of them looked like they were never getting anywhere near that stapler again.

However, a few thought it was cool. A couple boys (it's always the boys) started taking up others' papers so they could do it again. This was more of the reaction I was expecting.

Ah well. At least I exposed them to the thing. Perhaps next time they have to staple something, they'll be braver.

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Oft Repeated Phrases

At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements. 😉

OK, so, the other day I noticed how often I preface a story with these words: "a blogger I follow". And it got me thinking...

What if your life was made into a drinking game? What phrase(s) would trigger a drink?

Monday, September 24, 2018

Can I Take That Back?

It was a farmers market Sunday. I sat behind this table (above) and watched the world go by. (My table to the side is below.)

As happens, kids would walk by. And some clearly had an interest in something or other. I could see it in their eyes. They'd stare a bit before walking on.

So, I called out to one. "You can come over and touch..."

At which point I realized how that sounded. Sometimes I should not be allowed to talk.

(I encourage kids to touch my wares. Most are washable, and all are unbreakable, so it's not like the kids are going to bother anything.)

Friday, September 21, 2018

Name Disney Films by Eight-Word Descriptions

Last week was a slow week. (I'm considering it my summer vacation.) So, I have a quiz for today...

Name the Disney Films by Their 8-Word Descriptions

These are ones you have to type in, but you can omit "the" and still get the correct answers. Note the "forward" and "back" buttons. You can skip questions. 

I got 24/26 my first try, but when I just redid it for this post, I got 100%. (*whispers* I cheated for the last one.) 

Good luck, and let me know how you did in the comments.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Unexpected Reaction

Seventh grade science. As we're in the first month of the school year, they're working on things like "how to measure".

One of the questions had a couple boxes that they were to find the volume of. One problem: the numbers on their copies were illegible. So, I made a reasonable guess.

The quickest way to communicate "these are the numbers we're using for that problem" is to write it up on the board. Alas, the board was full of information they needed. But it was one of those sliding boards (here's a link to what the board looks like; I couldn't find an image that wasn't copyright protected, and someone *ahem* forgot to take a picture of the board in the classroom), so I slid the board over, drew a couple boxes, and labeled them with the numbers they were to use.

Problem solved.

When the next class had the same question, I slid the board over. They...

But these were seventh graders, so the look on their faces was way more. Apparently they'd never seen a sliding whiteboard before. Which is astonishing as they'd been in that class for four weeks now.

I have to assume that she spends more time using the projector and not the whiteboard.

Of all the things to shock them, this would have been the last thing I'd expect.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Figuring it Out

High school chemistry. It's the beginning of the year, so they were learning about significant figures. I thought the assignment much easier than they thought it was. It helps that the topic isn't new to me.

As I did my first walk around, one girl was explaining to a fellow student something about the assignment. I stopped and listened for a moment. As she was explaining it correctly, I didn't interrupt. Then I moved on.

(I like when students help students. Both students get something out of it.)

A bit later in the period, a boy raised his hand.

"Who's right, me or her?"

As the girl he was indicating was the one who had been helping another student earlier, I assumed the girl. But when he showed me which problem and I looked at it, I was surprised to find that the girl was actually wrong.

The boy gloated. I pointed out that he was still figuring things out too. (Not all his work was 100% correct.)

The girl and I debated for a bit. But once I found the rule she needed in her notes, she was able to figure things out. (She had her notes out. The boy did not.) She had been looking at the wrong rule.

(I had not realized how much of this I had internalized until I'm hit with seeing the "rules" written out. It's amazing how much one can retain.)

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Dubious Professional

At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements. 😉

What if you ran into your high school bully, who had you help them cheat in their biology class, and this bully was now a doctor? 

(This was an actual plot point in a TV show I tolerate--that is, I watch it, but only because nothing else is on--and it irked me so much that this what if was born.)

Monday, September 17, 2018

Crocheted Mini Backpacks

I decided to make some more mini backpacks...

It's purple, but I can't get my purples to photograph well. I just replaced my camera (that's a story in itself), so if it was a camera issue, I'll soon find out. (These were photographed with the old camera. These are probably the last pictures I'll take with it.)

The coral pink shows up much better...

I think this is one of those things that show up better in video, however...

I also have all the pieces of a gray one done, but it isn't assembled. I had a bit of a mishap in the assembly, so I put it aside to be dealt with later.

Also when I took these pictures, I took some new shots of my firework earrings...

Just because.

I really should get playing with the new camera. Other things just kept getting in the way.

Friday, September 14, 2018

Familiar Request

Eleventh grade U.S. history. I had just gone over their assignment and asked for questions.

"Can we move seats and work with a partner?"

I should mention that this was already on the board...

No other class had bothered to ask. This is the teacher's handwriting, by the way, not mine. He had written up their assignment along with these instructions.

I pointed out this as I told the student no.

"Can we work in groups?"

Well, that's just messing with me.

"Mr. L isn't here. We don't have to tell him. You can let us..."

I'm familiar with this argument. I hear it a couple times a month. It's generally partnered with, "This is your class for today".

Me: "This is Mr. L's class, so we're going to honor his request."

I wonder if the boy does ever convince a sub to go along with that. Some must fall for it as the students use it frequently.

Once denied, though, the students didn't argue the point any longer. They settled into blissful silence. Ah. That's the kind of class I like.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Blame Lucy

I was back at the continuation high school. English class.

The assignment was a group project poster discussing fixed mindsets and growth mindsets using examples from the movie Freedom Writers.

It was one of those assignments where I needed to spend a while on explanations. They had two pages of instructions. Each person in the group was assigned a specific job.

Fifth period. Ms. S had said that periods five and six already had their groups. So, when Lucy said she knew what to do, I was ready to not launch into the big, long explanation I had to give all the previous classes. And when she and her group wanted to work outside, I was happy to let them.

The first hint that I'd been duped was when two girls walked in late and went to join Lucy's group. They were in groups of four. Adding two put Lucy's group at five.

Then another late student informed me he was part of Lucy's group, but he didn't want to go outside. He'd wait for their return.

A quick glance at the group told me they definitely weren't doing the group project. They were clearly playing cards.

I'm generally hesitant about letting students work outside. Lucy just burned all goodwill over working outside for the rest of this year, at least.

I brought them back in the room. Oh, I was livid. I probably shouldn't have been. When they were outside, the room was calm. Back inside, not so much. When they returned, they did no work. Naturally.

Ah well. Now I have a handy reason for when a student asks to work outside, I say no, and they ask why not.

Blame Lucy.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Bouncy Kids

Eighth grade math. It was a team taught class, so I spent the day in support mode. But it's also how I learned about the new toy they had in class.

It's to help with fidgety middle schoolers. Imagine bouncing your feet on these. (I kind of want one.)

The teachers received a grant to outfit the classroom with them.

I don't know if the kiddos like them or not. The other teacher kept them busy all period, so I had no chance to ask.

However, one student pulled it back and released it, creating a low note vibrating through the air.

Ms. V: "If you're going to deliberately make noise with that, I can move you to a desk that does not have one."

After that, all vibrating bands were clearly accidental. I guess they didn't want to be moved.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Hurting Head

At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements. 😉

Have you been watching In Search Of on the History Channel? They've done some interesting topics.

A couple weeks ago, the topic was mind control. And they talked about an incident from 2016 when various diplomats in Cuba mysteriously began having concussion symptoms with no apparent cause. (Here's a write up from the New York Times and one from NBC News.)

Take a look at one or both of those articles. I'll wait...

Okay, back now? Here's this week's question:

What if, while travelling someplace, you suddenly developed a headache and other possible concussion symptoms? Do you begin to wonder? Or do you dismiss it as something that just happened due to being out of your usual routine?

In case you'd like to see the episode in which the story was brought up (it was sometime in the second half)...

Monday, September 10, 2018

The Leftovers

Yes, this is another amigurumi jellyfish post. (The pattern I use for these is from One Dog Woof, and you can find it here.) 

Pretty much for the month of August, I covered one computer aided drafting class at the continuation high school. (The teacher was on jury duty.)

After a while, I got into a rhythm with the class. I spent the beginning of each period giving announcements, getting them started, and taking roll. At the end of each period, I called for clean up (well, log off), and making sure things were neat for the next class.

However, in the middle of each period, as the kiddos were working (or, I should say "working"), there wasn't too much for me to do. (I had the occasional question. Or a call from the office. Or students asking for restroom passes.) Watching students "working" all period can get a bit tedious. I needed something to do with my hands.

It was an excellent time to have a crochet project.

There is a reason why handiwork projects have been taken along for centuries. It's really easy to focus on listening and watching while the hands are busy.

The first jellyfish I worked on was the one I already showed a couple weeks ago...

I bought the yarn months ago with the intention of making a jellyfish. But it got usurped by other more pressing projects. Once I found the yarn again, I knew it was as good a time as any to finish this guy off.

I finished it, and then I learned the teacher was going to be out for another week. What to do now?

Well, after making 30-something jellyfish, I had plenty of leftover yarn. From any one jellyfish there wasn't enough to make another, but after making four in the darker blue, I had enough leftover yarn to complete another blue jellyfish...

You should have seen the box of cotton yarn I have. It was a mess. I took an evening and detangled all sorts of odds and ends. And after weighing what I had, I found I had enough of a couple colors to crochet more jellyfish caps. As for tentacles, I had various odds and ends that would work.

I decided the next one to do would be in purple...

And the one after that would be pink...

I even have two more colors I could still do, but that's when the assignment was coming to a close. (When I heard that the jury was in deliberations, I focused on finishing up all the tentacles.)

For the record, the pink jellyfish is jellyfish number 37.

And there'll be more after this. There are plenty of days where all I'm doing is watching kiddos work. I have a great take-along project to keep my hands busy and my mind alert.