The Journey

Limestone carver came to school today to carve a limestone jaguar. A few kids were chosen to carve with him. Several were irked they weren't chosen. I wanted to be chosen too, but I wasn't even considered, so I thought they should just buck up. I read a book called Blues Journey to the kiddos. One kid said it was "too sad," but I didn't get that at all. We ended the morning with me humming a blues riff while kids stood up to read out blues lines they'd written about their standardized tests. Too wild, no one listening, but every once in a while a line drifted through the ruckus about a brain that's been hurt so bad or a line about how long, how long, how long those tests go on. #1 son's picking out some blues cd's for me to haul in there tomorrow.