our the semester with a blog for students that (or which, as the case may be) I was absolutely positive would be a good way of communicating since everyone is constantly on the computer or texting messages. But it took a long time for almost all of them to sign up and it was clear they didn't read it and so, for two weeks, I gave up.
I'd also found out that Margaret, the woman who took over my position after I retired, e-mailed them twice a week. I did take their e-mails, (but this was only a couple of weeks ago since it has taken so long for us to get together to walk the dogs and have lunch) in the semester and some part of me said, the hell with it...this is a good way of communicating...and besides, I don't really know how to make a long list of e-mails. But the main point wasn't my ineptitude in that area, but that I was really pleased with using the blog. I'd learned about blogging from a former student who was in a class she liked, taught by a part-time person who blogged. At first this student didn't like reading the blog, but she found some useful things in it. And I thought, what a good idea.
And besides, I'd gotten all excited about Zoe Strauss..and wanted to do a renegade show, etc, etc, which shows what happens when you get really charged up but have no power except to get them to do their expected work. Nothing exciting.
However, one student is remarkable, and another went well beyond what that student had done the semester before and that was a great pleasure to watch...and others did interesting work, and so on....and there are only two more classes, one of which is tomorrow.I finished 100 4x6 drawings with text from "Bread & Roses: Mill, Migrants and the Struggle for the American Dream" by Bruce Watson...a meditation on the strike of 1912...that will be shown in the Essex Art Center in June... I rather like it which is unusual since I don't much care whether I like my work or not, assuming I've done it honorably...but this has meaningful content and it might look pretty good on the wall.
Anyway, Cathy was wearing a wonderful one-piece something or other, sort of like what I would have worn in the 60s, but much more interesting.. loose and flowing, pants, African maybe..that she'd made..I wanted to make one also...I should add the the Cathy-in-the-dream was long and willowy...(which is not far off from the real Cathy) and I'm not..and she's young and I'm not and I hate to sew...
I hate sewing and I hate making quilts, but I got committed... maybe that means I got crazy which is also true.