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Sunday, September 13, 2009

running the race

It's hard to believe that school has been in session for 6 weeks. It's my third year of teaching art, I can't believe how fast time goes. In my sculpture and ceramics class we just started an abstract figure project using plaster, chisels and files...it's a pretty messy project but fun. Some other projects in my classes include figure drawing, monsoon theme-based pieces and typography.

Monsoon had a slow start this year and it is lighter then most years, but it rained all last week because there was cross-country day scheduled on Wednesday...but because of the weather it didn't happen until Friday when the rain finally parted for the afternoon. This is one of my favourite school events...but this year I didn't run.
The beginning and end of the race was stationed at a cross-roads where a big church is, this gives catherdral seating for the spectators. The entire school is spilt into 3 teams, Red (merlins, Blue (eagles) and Green (condors) and points are awarded for places and number of participants. Go Merlins!

Casey was given the title of 'Course Marshall' which means that he was at the back of the pack of runners, encouraging them to run when they started walking.
The race was at the top hill called 'The Chakkar' about a 20 minute walk up-hill from the school. It is a scenic and relatively flat area, so it makes for a great cross-country track, but there are always obstacles such as cars, buses and the odd coolie carrying plywood.

Students are usually excited for an afternoon off of school, as well as teachers.

Here are some engernetic fans....

Casey decided to run this year, and he planned his outfit carefully. He didn't come in first and he wasn't last...I'll leave it at that, but I thought that he did a pretty good job of running 6 km.
As you can tell I am kind of running my own race, counting down the days till the little one arrives, eating healthy food that will give me energy to endure the teaching day and trying to wonder what the marathon of parenthood is like.