Storm

[franceslievens]

It doesn't make sense in my mind: the wind tugging at trees, turning umbrellas inside out, blowing wet papers across the streets. A city should be immune for nature's wrath. It's on the open plains that we see women in dark, long skirts wade home against the wind. By the sea the waves come crashing in, but not in the city, not in this concrete wasteland. I forgot how the force of nature does play, fold my umbrella, and tug it under my arm. It isn't in carts that roll through the mud, but wade against the wind, we must.

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[sister-luck.livejournal.com]

It's been like that here, too. I might need an autumn icon.

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

Isn't flying women autumny enough for you?

I also need a new LJ-layout.

And new children in the school I teach. Tuesday afternoon I fill in for other teachers. I hate it. It goes wrong every time and I feel like shit. Sorry for ranting. I didn't mean to...

[sister-luck.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

Filling in for others is usually a thankless task and the kids just love teasing the sub. Do you get teaching material at least or do you have to go in and just find something to do for the kids?

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

The teachers should provide tasks for them to work on, and I just help them when they have a problem with it. But it depends on the teacher. Some classes never have tasks, and you just go in, letting them make a drawing or something, hoping they stay quiet. Yesterday's class did have homework, but they thought they could only do it at home, or whatever. It just didn't occur to them that if they did those tasks at school they'd have more time off at home. And then there was the case of bullying and me being angry at the victim, because she started yelling. I just hadn't noticed...

Thanks for the hugs.

[chrissie-linnit.livejournal.com]

... and the world goes greyer. Always grey. Colur seems to be washed away. And colder, harsher. And, somehow, harder to wade through. And, we sigh and frown more often.

And... you're supposed to now bring a ray of sunshine and optimism in to counteract all of this. I'm depending on you, pet ;p

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

Oh, how I loath Tuesdays.

But that wasn't what you wanted, was it?
I had a nice conversation with Good Friend (aka A.) on the phone yesterday. That was fun. A. is always jolly great to talk with, especialy since his problems are always bigger than mine, and then we start bickering who's worst off. At the moment he is. I still have warm water. He still hasn't.

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

I mean hot water. In Dutch the water's only warm and never hot...