Today started out to be a good day. My J1 classes began the opinions unit, and wrote letters to the editor using old issues of the school newspaper, Eagle Eye. I worked on sending back previously finalized pages for the yearbook. I have to send everything in again. Everything. Even if the spread was done in November, the page numbers have changed. All page numbers have changed.
While I was doing that, there was some conversation within a group chat we have for the yearbook editors. It upset me very much, and I had a lengthy discussion with the staff when they came to class. I got so upset when I was speaking to them, that I started to cry. I didn’t cry out of sadness, but out of frustration. I had to get it together, because two reporters from The New York Times were coming in to the room after school. They’re working on a long-term piece about how we’re working through finishing the yearbook after everything that’s happened.
I left school to head home, drop off my things, and then get my friend Ashley, who is the culinary teacher. We headed to the Museum of Ice Cream in Miami. The Museum had a free event for MSD faculty, staff and students. It was so cool (pun intended). We got to samples different ice cream in different rooms, there was a chandelier made out of whipped cream bottles in the gift shop, a glittery gold floor, a pool full of sprinkles, and a banana swing. We were there for about an hour. It was so much fun. I think I’ll go back with my husband and children before it closes at the end of April.