The trick is to not drink the Poison

4th Full week of classes
1st 2 weeks were only 4 days

Saturday morning post shower, dogs having a barking festival at the bay window in the dining room, receiving a B (large terrifying chord) on my Management of Health Care Facilities class.  EEK.  I have not ever gotten a B a Stephens. Thankfully my proff will allow me to redo the part I obviously didn't understand.  My lack of experience in the HealthCare field is glaringly apparent.

This the function of the madness of my job. I have only so much time when I am lucid.  I have negligible experience in Healthcare. There are gaps in my background.
Everyday, I try to see Jesus going a few steps ahead of me.

The reality of schools is still the same as I have always known it to be. I was optimistic that there might be different attitudes in play since 1981 when I graduated.
 Sadly, there is still no positive reinforcement for teachers.  There is no belief in each other and the building up of one another, only jealousy and back stabbing. I have received no encouragement only correction.

It is parallel in the non-school world I think. I am taught that positive reinforcement is much more powerful than negative-- in both disciplines-- education and business.  That negative reinforcement corrects faster but also decays faster.  That positive reinforcement takes longer but has longevity.

This is the point of madness:
 If you are in charge, and expected to manage benevolently, but you yourself are managed negatively with swift and severe methods, along with subterfuge and gossip --of course you tend to "pass on the love."
The trick is to not drink the poison. Seems easy. But to recognize the poison--it is not always apparent- is tricky.

You never know what is around the corner

Tomorrow is Monday, and I will be up at 4 AM - to get ready for my 7th grade Orchestra at 7:40 AM.

What has happened?  I suddenly am the Orchestra Teacher at the local Middle school.  Stunned.

I will get control of the 6th graders. Somehow.  They will not be my undoing.  I put tape on the floor to set up the chairs by.  I have foraged for instruments for them-- and spent 2 weeks frantically repairing, repairing.
I set a sound post. .

It's 8:35.

My bedtime

My hair is being pulled away by the stars again....

I think I moved in July-- it's now hitting me.
Well, it's Thursday--in the springy-yet-still-cold part of March, whisking the time forward and backwards simultaneously--Spring Hill Nursey diverted my brain with Blue Moon Reblooming Wisteria and 
Double Scoop Cranberry Coneflower, and Mixed Victorian Primrose and

Red Colannaded Apple

Lots of studying too-Happy about spring, somewhat dismayed about people's behavior in general-- and learning to be "busy not thinking about things..."

I feel like I'm getting some rest

I am quiet--

knitting--

watching west wing --

all three quite a lot.
Struggling with my numbers, (Blood sugar), recovering from last semester,
getting ready for the one to come, trying to use as many commas as I can in this sentence,
getting LucyBeans
used to wearing her doggy boots in the freezing cold snow,

getting loose ends tide up, still look for the period of this sentence---oh, here it is.