Over the weekend I was stressed and trying crank through all of the stuff that needed to be done for this week. I was prepping for my classes and digging into the haphazard pile of boxes all my supplies are stuffed into.
Despite having no time for such an undertaking, I spent a half hour consolidating and clearing three drawers in a dresser in our guest room so that I can get all my class supplies organized and easily accessible. Made perfect sense to me...take time you don't have and complete an unnecessary re-organizational project. The results made me a little too happy.
Looking at all this together seems pretty crazy. I have a gender neutral doll for when we discuss raising a genderless child. I have large dice to play a game about social inequalities. I have a coloring book to contrast to students making a their own feminist coloring book. I have prisms. I have supplies for when I pack my "Invisible Knapsack of White Privilege". And I have lots and lots of crayons.
