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I'm feeling kind of blue today. Possibly the weather, possibly because work is a bit slow and I'm bored...I don't know. Something.

I've been feeling a bit like no one wants to hear about my life, too, which is sad, because whenever something remotely fun or interesting happens, one of my first thoughts is 'oh, can't wait to tell LJ!' Still, I'm in this 'I can't possibly be interesting' mood.

That said, I saw a Philly Fringe show this past weekend that was...well, you know how in sit-coms or movies when people go to see a show, and it's all over the top avant-guarde and weird, with overblown imagry and language, and the humour is in how the main cast reacts to it?

I went to one of those shows. My friend was in it, and she was really good, but the whole thing was forty minutes of WTF.

Basically the 'plot' consisted of four actresses movementing* around and speaking purple prose in between quoting Edgar Allen Poe. They were all aspects of the same woman, or something, and appearently the woman killed everyone in her town by setting the ball field on fire, or something, because no one would play with her. And also some man made her paint him with crayons, or something. I forget.

But I was with good friends, and we had a good night. It was a pretty rocking weekend, actually, so I'm really not sure why I'm feeling down this week.



*Yes, movementing. It's a word I made up. They didn't have blocking, they had MOVEMENT

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I'm feeling kind of blue today. Possibly the weather, possibly because work is a bit slow and I'm bored...I don't know. Something.

I've been feeling a bit like no one wants to hear about my life, too, which is sad, because whenever something remotely fun or interesting happens, one of my first thoughts is 'oh, can't wait to tell LJ!' Still, I'm in this 'I can't possibly be interesting' mood.

That said, I saw a Philly Fringe show this past weekend that was...well, you know how in sit-coms or movies when people go to see a show, and it's all over the top avant-guarde and weird, with overblown imagry and language, and the humour is in how the main cast reacts to it?

I went to one of those shows. My friend was in it, and she was really good, but the whole thing was forty minutes of WTF.

Basically the 'plot' consisted of four actresses movementing* around and speaking purple prose in between quoting Edgar Allen Poe. They were all aspects of the same woman, or something, and appearently the woman killed everyone in her town by setting the ball field on fire, or something, because no one would play with her. And also some man made her paint him with crayons, or something. I forget.

But I was with good friends, and we had a good night. It was a pretty rocking weekend, actually, so I'm really not sure why I'm feeling down this week.



*Yes, movementing. It's a word I made up. They didn't have blocking, they had MOVEMENT

So. Very. Frustrated.

What, exactly is the point of homework?

Okay, logically I know it is to help kid practice what they've learned in class that day so they can better remember it, but really, it's just a giant pain in the ass.

For one thing, I, the parent, am not in class with my child. So I really don't know what it is they learned that day, so if my child doesn't grasp the work, I am not always best equipped to help answer the question when he gets stuck. Especially, and I cannot stress this enough, when it comes to maths.

Homework just becomes this stress-filled time that causes strife and unrest for both the parent and the child. As a single parent it's even harder, I think, because there is no one I can turn to to say, 'arugh, you deal with this. I'm tired.' It's all me.

And I found myself saying the same things to Charlie that my mom said to me, which just saddens me. He's always been a better student that I ever was, and I hate to think he's falling into my same bad habits, and I'm yelling at him, and he's crying and I so remember how that felt, and now I feel horrible and his homework still isn't done

I need help. Or a drink.

So. Very. Frustrated.

What, exactly is the point of homework?

Okay, logically I know it is to help kid practice what they've learned in class that day so they can better remember it, but really, it's just a giant pain in the ass.

For one thing, I, the parent, am not in class with my child. So I really don't know what it is they learned that day, so if my child doesn't grasp the work, I am not always best equipped to help answer the question when he gets stuck. Especially, and I cannot stress this enough, when it comes to maths.

Homework just becomes this stress-filled time that causes strife and unrest for both the parent and the child. As a single parent it's even harder, I think, because there is no one I can turn to to say, 'arugh, you deal with this. I'm tired.' It's all me.

And I found myself saying the same things to Charlie that my mom said to me, which just saddens me. He's always been a better student that I ever was, and I hate to think he's falling into my same bad habits, and I'm yelling at him, and he's crying and I so remember how that felt, and now I feel horrible and his homework still isn't done

I need help. Or a drink.