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I went there to listen to the classic music/symphony on Friday evening (to kill the time). Then a lady, solo, started singing there, in open air.
…Surrounded with the giant old-growth trees. Just beautiful!!
I love opera.
I went walking on the beach last night and found a blackberry bush.
And i made muffins and jams with the fruits
Celebrating…some doors opening to me
Third year of high school, Junior year, in Redondo Beach, California. Large-ish student population (~400 graduated in 1974). Snack was between 2nd & 3rd periods and lasted I would say around 15 minutes. Classrooms were locked unless the teacher was in their classroom. If students wanted to leave their books/packs/whatever was needed for the next 2 classes in a classroom (instead of making extra trips to their lockers which might be on the opposite end of campus), they would have to wait for the teacher to come back or leave their stuff outside.
My English teacher, Mrs. Anderson, was a nice lady. She was not very loud, and not a strong or firm presence in the classroom and I felt that students were nice to her because she wasn’t mean, and she tried to connect with us. She wasn’t always in her classroom during snack, and certain students really wanted to be in the classroom – much better than standing outside waiting – and to be able to have their stuff in the classroom.
Well, the opposite side of the classroom from the doors was mostly windows. Many times the windows were left open, although always closed at the end of the day, and it just so happened that there was easy access to the windows from the next row of classrooms. Certain smart and ‘creative’ students decided that if they could get through the window, they could open the door and let the rest of us in early. Which they did! THEN, it was sort of just a follow-up that those who had moved their desks to face a friends decided to change all the desks from facing the front of the room to the back of the room. It was amazing, everyone was so excited at what happened.
When Mrs. Anderson returned to her classroom, saw that we were in the classroom, and . . . that the desks were all facing backwards, she may or may not have been angry (I don’t remember any shouting or demands to explain what happened), what I do remember is that she (calmly, perhaps simmering but not going to lose it mindset) went to where her desk was and asked for a couple of students to help move her desk to the new ‘front’ of the classroom. That’s how I remember it staying for the rest of the semester.
(Further reflection on this memory leads me to believe she also asked us (before moving her desk) if this was what we wanted. She may have pointed out how the way the layout had been was for certain reasons. Regardless, she asked and we said we wanted the desks to stay the way we put them.)
A beautiful sunny afternoon was spent looking at different artist’s works on Moss St. last Saturday. There were also tables with art-inspired activities for children, a couple of food vendors and two or three lemonade stands being manned by local residents. We had walked up one side of the street and back in the morning and were back for a return look at one artist’s works. Last year we bought one of his pieces and were glad to find him again this year. Well, the piece I liked best had been sold, but there were quite a few remaining paintings that were equally interesting. So, decision time had arrived. Ray & I discussed and agreed on one. While we were going over pros & cons of the different art, the artist was chatting with another man. Sounded like they were good friends, and when we went over to let the artist know which piece we wanted to buy, the other fellow said something like ‘Oh, I just bought that one’. Very silly, but they were both laughing so we knew he wasn’t serious. Ray and the artist started talking and the other fellow walked just outside of the canopy covering the artwork on display. He started talking to another person, and I walked over that way too. There was a lull, and I asked him how long he had been playing the banjo (This was information I overheard while we were there in the morning). Well. He didn’t really give me a straight answer at first, but by listening, and asking him how he had started playing an instrument as a child he started telling me much more interesting information about his music career – who he had played with, how he was mentored and how his talent was appreciated, how he met the artist and how they mutually enjoyed each others talents and that they started giving each other lessons – painting in exchange for banjo/guitar.
This was so interesting to listen to. Ray finally came over and asked what I thought, and we decided on the painting, paid for it, and took it home. While I don’t remember all the details from the conversation, I do remember the animated expressions, smiles and exchanges with the artist (who also added a few comments on teaching and learning) and the lovely feeling that friendship can grow and deepen with something as simple as a “I like what you do”, leading to sharing our talents.
Looking for some cleaning ammonia..Found that Castle Building Supplies had product about 18% cheaper that anywhere else. When I went there the cashier asked if I had an account which gave me another 10% off.
We talked about how long she’s worked there and what prompted to stay for 3 yrs and counting.. “I like the people I work with.”
Overall a wonderful shopping experience
Receiving this from a student from Poland, and was living in residence at UVic last year, who came to our first Fostering Community introduction just after he moved into UVic Residence.. and attended almost all of our weekly sessions during the fall and winter terms:
I just came in to say that recently I’ve came to a conclusion that the meetings we’ve had at UVIC have changed the way I talk with people.
Before that, I enjoyed talking about deep topics, but always struggled to get into them in the first place. Now pretty much in every more valuable convo I have, I find myself asking at least one of the questions we’ve covered at the course, and always manage to make the conversation at least a bit more interesting and engaging…
…and thank you for that, Christopher!