Winds forcing change…

This week of “skill sharing” has been half-and-half tumultuous and stupedous…

Classroom time was great Wednesday…I stayed in the Mac lab 95% of the time, focussing on my participants via a rolling chair, allowing Miss Sharmane to handle whatever she needed with the batch of participants she had in the sewing lab.  Everyone was on time, was super excited to get started…and had some really great progress — in both studios. They were even talking about having time this weekend to come in to wrap up projects for the critique of their projects next week…which is amazing! (I love their commitment and engagement)

In design class, many had good progress from the previous studio day and had some pretty substantial progress on their logos and/or pen tool/digital drawing skills.  In sewing, all the gals have moved onto to laying out patterns and learning how to better read them.  So, there is real knowledge and growth.  We closed class Wednesday talking about time management for next studio, so they could either get to a stopping point that they could reconvene with the file or project over the weekend…or finish in time for critique in the studio hours left.

Then hurricane speed winds threw a wrench into my whole gig.

BCPS schools were closed, even MICA was sending out releases, so I chatted with Laura and decided to cancel programming that afternoon for safety reasons.  All the participants seemed understanding, I got a few supportive replies from my text message to the group….but it threw me for a personal loop as to how OFTEN weather closes or impedes the education process on the East Coast.

My experience as a student or even an instructor has never been impeded — due to weather — in my Arizona history.  From time to time, a rain storm might flood a street here or there around town causing some traffic or the electricity might be down for an hour or two at most…but never overnight and it never closing any schools.

But, with snow days and extreme cold, this is — I am learning — way more common place.

Frozen city water pipes, little to no heat in school buildings, down power and internet lines, and fallen trees blocking major streets…even the weather seems to not want to have normalcy in schools and programming.  Luckily, I wasn’t here for the Arctic Vortex emergency at the end of last year…but I am serious when I say I don’t know how my psyche would have handled if I had.

…but maybe this is just weather depression talking.

It is March.  I am used to being on patios and parks and wearing light clothing and shoes at this time of year.  I didn’t realize my fashion expression is so much apart of my sanity.  I didn’t realize my expression is such a visual thing — extending very much into my fashion.  I also didn’t realize how much I “lived” outside.  I had a front patio on my home and spent the bulk of my home life there…under the shade of my verde tree on bright colored patio furniture.  And if I wasn’t at home, I spent many ‘o evening or weekend day on patio restaurants and bars or patios of my friends’ homes.   Even when the weather is bad, you often cope via outdoors — via a swimming pool.  Taken there are a few weeks that are just unbearable and even those coping mechanisms don’t work to well.  And in those times you drive a few hours North to high desert/forest edge to escape.

I just don’t know how to “cope” with extreme and scary weather here.

It was haunting to go to a grocery store that only had half it’s lights on and had pulled all the perishable meats from the displays…and watch frantic people grabbing products and standing in the ONE operational kiosk. Maybe it is PTSD from the last time I personally had to deal with a major disruption of such normalcy — they days and months following September 11th while I lived in Brooklyn, NYC.

It is just troubling…because this area already deals with so much, adding this tumultuousness is just ______.