While wrapping things up for the school year, I'm often at that odd juncture where I'm looking forward & backward at the same moment in time.
The seniors graduated last week. As part of their "sendoff," I gave them bound copies of the newspapers they produced during the school year. They, in turn, gifted me with the most unusual keepsake.
The bag above is made out of some of this year's student-produced papers. My cherubs collected some gems, then sent them off to a company that puts these things together. The bag, about the size of one of those cloth shopping bags that one hauls along to the grocery store, is equipped with sturdy shoulder straps. And for those of you who wonder what would happen if Mrs. Scribe were to get caught in the rain, the newspaper is laminated, so not so readily recyclable.
I, of course, am always looking for tschotskes to add to my collection. I gifted my own self this week with an item that is both unusual & handy.
The orange-ish horn sitting on the table next to my designer bag is a South African Vuvuzela. Those annoying stadium horns that form the soundtrack of this year's World Cup are actually long, plastic trumpet gizmos. I don't know a single teacher at Our Humble High School who owns one. Of course, my Vuvuzela was made in China, are are, apparently, 90 percent of the ones we hear buzzing on the telly during each football match.
Can't wait to face a classroom of 40+ journalistas next year. Budget cuts be damned...I'll show 'em how to manage a crowded classroom! Quite the attention-getter, correctamundo?