Mornings in my classroom unfold like a live #smallstories event. We share stories. Here are a few of my students' ongoing narratives:
* One boy has been updating us on how he and his brother have been trying to crack a safe left in a house by his deceased great-grandmother. They have no idea what's inside the safe.
* One girl has become obsessed (in a humorous way) with her older brother stealing her lunch every day, and her need to get to the supermarket for more cheese.
The ground seems confused: whether to keep the cool to itself, or to release it to the waking world. Inside this morning mist, all is wet, damp, chilled and seemingly undecided.
I removed my glasses and the right-side lens dropped out of the frame. Where the screw went, I have no idea. I brought the glasses to a small business I had never used, and the next day, I picked the fixed frames up. "How much do I owe you?" I asked the man, who shrugged and smiled, and replied, "I only put a screw in there. You don't owe me a thing." I reached out, shook his hand with appreciation and told him, "Thank you." Some days just seem to have kindness baked right in. #smallstories
@PinballWitch When I wear my Mastodon t-shirt around town, people often ask me if it is from the band: Mastodon. When I say, no, it's from a federated networking space, they shake their head and say some version of: I thought the shirt was way too cute for Mastodon (the band).
I #amreading A Darker Shade of Magic by VE Schwab, on recommendation of book store clerk, and I like it so far. Many Londons, connected. Happy to have a human reader/book lover give me a recommendation.
You imagine what the room will be like, a day from today, when they enter, the first time. You check and double-check your plans, your resources, your papers, your ideas. What you'll say. You mull over everything that might go wrong. You plan for everything that might go right. You try to imagine the room, the day, the year ahead through their eyes. What they see. The First Day. It will never be perfect. You know that. It might be close enough. So you look again. #smallstories (teacher edition)
We were at a social gathering -- ice cream cones for everyone -- and our neighbor/friend was telling us about her ten-year-old daughter, who stayed home to read. This friend has four children, all under the age of 12. "She needs her alone time," our friend told us. "She's like me, needing time to myself. Which rarely happens." She said this rather wistfully, as she gazed with love at her other three children wandering about, eating ice cream. My wife and I, nodded, quiet. #smallstories
@eleanor Nice to meet up with another sixth grade teacher. Good luck with your new school year. We get going (staff) tomorrow and kids come back Thursday.
"In Praise of Wasting Time" by Alan Lightman, which reminds me of how #smallstories can be about paying attention. (some folks use the tag for short fiction, too, which I enjoy reading)
"My mind meandered." -- Lightman, page 4, as he remembers lost hours of his youth, just wandering the woods on his way home from school.
My blog is called Kevin's Meandering Mind, so this phrase jumped out at me.
It takes moments to look at a piece of art and digest it enough to complement the creator. If you create visual art, it's *relatively* easy to get positive reinforcement when you post stuff.
As a writer, people actually have to invest time to read what you've written before they can feed back.
If you're writing something and want readers, use this tag.
If you have some free time and want to encourage a writer, browse this tag to find stuff to read & support. <3
@estebanm interesting ... will need to give it another listen ... they were always interested in using the studio as instrument, I think ... off-rhythms give it a loping feel