- One of the older students wrote me a beautiful letter for Mothers’ Day. I cried when she wasn’t looking — if the middle school boys saw me crying I think I’d lose any rep I have with them at all 5’2” of me.
- The money earned for the program from the first few comic sales allowed other staff member to take a group of kids down to the Farmer’s Market, where some of them picked up what I think were either flowers-to-be for home or vegetable-plants-to-be for the program.
- While they were away I had a long conversation with a teen who stayed behind about a situation involving bullying, suicidal thoughts, and resulting issues with her father. Part of it was resolved by the end of the day.
- Staff member returned and told me I was taking them next time. Still haven’t gotten the details on that.
- New teen tested macaroni done-ness for mac and cheese by throwing a piece at the wall and couldn’t figure out why I was totally and utterly flabbergasted.
- H nearly put his fist through the kitchen door. I approached the other staff at the end of the day hesitantly about possibly running an anger management group once a week and was told “YES. YES. DO THAT. DO IT. WHENEVER YOU WANT TO START.”
- Had wine with friends and went home, where Colleen watched me stumble through a homemade pudding recipe (which was delicious) and, when I started to recount the macaroni story, interjected - “Throw it at the wall?” Apparently this…is something people do as a normal thing.
This is partly an update and partly a reminder to myself later of things I need to write full bits about later.