September 27, 1999.

Weary day today. For the third Monday in a row, I showed up at my weekend assignment building. And for the third week in a row, I was given miscellaneous office scutwork for three hours before being sent home. Today I actually met the project supervisor, a man who acted every bit as clueless as you would expect, given that he specifically requested a temp that could work Monday without actually visualizing what that temp would do.

On the up side, the extended dance is over. Today I was told that they'd contact me if I was needed. I find that a lot more cheering than "definitely come in, but I have no idea what you'll be doing." Irrelevancy gives me hives.

No such problem in the afternoon, however. As soon as I was set free from work, I went home, ate lunch & motored out to the school. They were just as happy to see me today as on Friday, although I was significantly less fresh-faced...and less enthusiastic about gym class just on general principles. I'm really pleased with the teachers I've been placed with. They're both very friendly & helpful, very open to what I might want to do while still able to provide the rather large amount of guidance I require at this point. At this stage of the game I haven't done anything you would call teaching...I listen in class, help kids with their work & shush when there's shushing required. I'm sure I'll be doing something a bit more out there in a couple of weeks. I find I'm not as scared about that as I used to be. Unlike camp, I don't worry about the class liking me. Unlike university, I don't worry that the class or professor'll think that I'm an idiot.

As far as I can tell, though, my security only extends to 11 year olds. The way grade 7 & 8's coolly appraise me in the hallways is rather intimidating. Today a gang of 7's asked Jee if I was her daughter. I rather grumpily insisted on showing them some I.D., to prove my advanced age. I suppose the really funny thing is that they were amazed with the driver's license itself...