In my research about the differences in the ways boys and girls approach learning I have found one idea repeated often. Some boys, it seems, produce things in school to entertain their friends. They are not at all interested in the approval of their teachers. If what they do in class gets a laugh or a "yeah, you're cool" nod from a peer, then they have succeeded.
Girls, on the other hand, live to please the teacher. They want the teacher to like them and think they're great in every way possible... so some of us girls actually developed an immediate tinge of shame for late papers and incomplete assignments.
And, that's where my art-on-the-go box comes in.
I've just finished packing for a MONTH away... Georgia, Texas, and all the roads in between. The car is full of suitcases and an ice chest, some inflatable mattresses and a pool bag. We've got a laptop to watch videos and some iPods to listen to podcasts. We've got snacks and water and even an empty bottle for little boys to pee in should the bathrooms disappear at an inopportune time. But, the packing would be grossly incomplete without my art bag. (I'd take a picture of the entire bag, but it's already packed and I'm not taking any steps backward NOW!)
Anyway, the art bag has our family travel journal (which seems to need a defibrillator to get it back on track), my own idea book, a new Somerset magazine, and the box of treasures you see above. The box has a stamp pad, some little letter stamps, colored pens, a jar of water, water color pencils, pastels, a pencil sharpener, glue and tape. I'm ready to go.
So, the good girl in me has had this plan that I'd go online every single day of my vacation to make sure I don't miss a day on my blog. I wanted everyone to see how put together I am... how dedicated I am to my blog, my exploration of the collision of Life and InSpiration. If I'd done that, I'm sure my teacher... whoever she is who grades me... would have given me an A+ for diligence and a gold star for timeliness (all things I actually didn't give a flip about until college).
But... I'm not doing it. I'm going on vacation and I'll write if the mood strikes me, draw if the idea seems fun to explore, swim if I'm hot, and all the rest of the things that mean I'm living in the present.
I harbor no illusions that anyone is going to miss me here... but just in case you do, I'll be back in August with a treasure trove of ideas I'm sure. Bon Voyage, Self!
Girls, on the other hand, live to please the teacher. They want the teacher to like them and think they're great in every way possible... so some of us girls actually developed an immediate tinge of shame for late papers and incomplete assignments.
And, that's where my art-on-the-go box comes in.
I've just finished packing for a MONTH away... Georgia, Texas, and all the roads in between. The car is full of suitcases and an ice chest, some inflatable mattresses and a pool bag. We've got a laptop to watch videos and some iPods to listen to podcasts. We've got snacks and water and even an empty bottle for little boys to pee in should the bathrooms disappear at an inopportune time. But, the packing would be grossly incomplete without my art bag. (I'd take a picture of the entire bag, but it's already packed and I'm not taking any steps backward NOW!)
Anyway, the art bag has our family travel journal (which seems to need a defibrillator to get it back on track), my own idea book, a new Somerset magazine, and the box of treasures you see above. The box has a stamp pad, some little letter stamps, colored pens, a jar of water, water color pencils, pastels, a pencil sharpener, glue and tape. I'm ready to go.
So, the good girl in me has had this plan that I'd go online every single day of my vacation to make sure I don't miss a day on my blog. I wanted everyone to see how put together I am... how dedicated I am to my blog, my exploration of the collision of Life and InSpiration. If I'd done that, I'm sure my teacher... whoever she is who grades me... would have given me an A+ for diligence and a gold star for timeliness (all things I actually didn't give a flip about until college).
But... I'm not doing it. I'm going on vacation and I'll write if the mood strikes me, draw if the idea seems fun to explore, swim if I'm hot, and all the rest of the things that mean I'm living in the present.
I harbor no illusions that anyone is going to miss me here... but just in case you do, I'll be back in August with a treasure trove of ideas I'm sure. Bon Voyage, Self!
I will miss you! I miss you every day when I check in and you are not there....happy trails, safe journey, God bless...you know the drill.
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ReplyDeleteIf you weren't coming to MY HOUSE, where I could see you and Tom and your art and the boys, I would miss you very much online. But I'm over-the-top excited that you are heading this way. I know I'm not your teacher, but as your momma, I give you an A plus on general principles, just because you're awesome exactly as you are--and I love you to pieces.n Drive safely and enjoy every minute of your road trip.