I have a box taped on my art room floor now. A desk and chair are in the box. All other tables have been pushed far far away from the box. I am an elementary art teacher who has to keep a first grader with troubles in a motherf….well, maybe I can’t say that word…..box.

Alright. I’m spiraling. But I’m making shit for the art room and that counts as moving forward. I wish my studio water glass weren’t orange like the Idiot Carnival ringmaster. Guess I can just drink the paint water.

#artteachers any ideas how we can stage a takeover? I have duct tape.

Star. Vintage folding yardstick, old dirty paintbrush, ribbon. It vibes with me.

Some people seem to have the mistaken impression that accessibility only benefits a very small population of people, when actually everyone benefits from making sure things are accessible

I have a Lamborghini now. Because a fifth grader whipped it at me while barreling down the stairs in a huge herd at dismissal. It’s such a special feeling. I’ll keep it forever.

Seu Jorge’s tiny desk concert. And I have got to start doing my work. youtu.be/2Ws_5-hiqao?...

Early Sunday morning in my ruby slippers with Seu Jorge and Ana Carolina for company. Chatterton…….não vou nada bem. I’m cutting cardboard for fifth grade, and they’re going to start to move their hands again and save the world. Nada bem.

This will be my new art room. I believe my temporary basement art room is some version of the Tardis—it’s cavernous and delightful on the inside, expanded by the imaginations of 560+ children and one crazy old lady.