Exposure

I introduced Andy Warhol to Grades 3-5 and Marc Chagall to Grades K-2 for their next projects. They seem fairly excited; naturally, the Kindergarten students were ooo-ing and ahhh-ing at the large pictures from the projector. It is fun to see them get so excited for a couple reasons: 1) they are engaged and 2) I wish I had been exposed to different artists at that age. It is also interesting to see their reactions to different genres of art: realism, impressionism, surrealism, pop, etc---because more often than not, they think that "good" art is realistic, i.e., if you cannot draw or paint photo-realistically, then you are not an artist. It's great to realize otherwise.

Other than school...

I've decided to start exercising again (please note, I decided this yesterday and I'm on a 2 day streak so far) and I am determined to keep up with it. There's nothing worse (for me) than resorting to television as a relaxation method. While I was out, I met my next-door neighbor (Morah) who is very sweet, and we shared our concerns about the woman who lives above Megan and me. Our upstairs neighbor is a single mom with 2 (or 3, we are not sure) kids: 9yrs. old, 5 yrs. old, and an infant. She never acknowledges us and the only thing I ever hear coming out of her mouth is the "F" word which is always aimed at her own children. Now, I can't lie; the "F" word is one that I use too often along with other expletives. But there is a time and a place. Telling your kids to "Get in the f-ing car and shut the f up" every single morning just isn't right. I won't go into too much detail, but I can say that this woman is emotionally, physically, and verbally abusive to her children, which angers me to the nth degree. Morah and I decided to research and see if we can do anything about it since she can hear the mom yelling as well. Grrr. ..people.

I'm not sure how I went from exercising to the F word.

And I'm sorry my blog is kind of depressing, thus far.