Apology and Prayer

Correction to my earlier entry: I must sorely apologize for making fun of Santa Claus.  Since he is indeed Pride Rock, and rocks aren't as jolly or bouncy as bellies, Santa is currently visiting the doctor.  Please pray for the poor fellow.

In all seriousness, pray for real people, in real poor situations.  They are the ones that need it.

Poor November

Dark times are here.  Christmas music started playing on the radio a few days ago.  December jolly and joy are very dark entities when they come too soon, casting shadows over Thanksgiving.  The darkness shrouding November comes from Santa’s large belly.  It’s not really an elephant graveyard, and Simba isn't really standing on Pride Rock.  He just doesn't realize it is Santa because lions don’t have religion, much less the human religion worshipping Santa Claus and shopping malls; because our culture has commercialized Christmas to the extremes of religious fervor.  Sacrifices of sleep, sanity and common decency are made on Black Friday.  They even capitalize Black Friday!  Only proper nouns are capitalized.  Proper? Really, is that the right word for this not-a-holiday?  Poor November.

Look at this image.  You can't argue with math.  X=November

Thanksgiving dinner is devastated before its time.
Poor turkey is strutting his stuff to the Christmas music, but the words aren't in turkey-speak, so he has no idea that the humans have forsaken him, leaving entrails of doom.

By the way, turkey clipart is not nearly as prolific as Santa clip art.  AND TURKEYS EXIST IN THE REAL WORLD.  Further disappointment. 

Teaching kindergarten

I taught elementary art for the first two months of school.  I was a little nervous about teaching kindergarten during their first week.  I was assured by another teacher there would be criers missing their parents.  There were.  One girl wailed.  There was also a boy who cried because he saw my face.  He told the teacher he didn't want to go to art.  I'm not joking, he backed away from the door, then stared at me for the whole class with wide open crazy eyes.

I came across these photos on the school website.  I don't remember there ever being a person taking photos in the classroom.  My only conclusion is they have super ninja skills.

The boy in green SERIOUSLY knows how to hold his scissors.  He must also have super keen senses because he noticed the ninja spy photographer.

Apparently I also orchestrate symphonies while no one is looking; with scissors in my hand.  Is that safe?