Boy did I ever bloop today. Traded time with the language arts teacher
today--she worked with my kids who are illuminating a Keats poem for a
manuscript on handmaded paper to be made into a book. I took her
class--she's doing masks for Othello studies. The lovely girl who
volunteered to demonstrate the plaster mask sat there for an hour while
two students and myself covered her face. The bloody bandages didn't
work! Never had that happen before. Do plaster bandages have a shelf
life? These were really old, but hey, gee, etc. The class was clearly
not impresses. It's been a nutty week so far.