Thursday, June 12, 2008

Scrap that thought.

You know when, in the last post, that I said things were better? Yeah, well. Scrap that train of thought. I resigned from the drama camp.

There comes a time when you have to know when to step away and this was it. The author refused to work with me, the staff person refused to do much of anything to defend me and I refuse to have children in an environment where the adults are all squabbling. It's not conducive to learning or fun.

I don't cry much, I'm just not that type. At least, that is, until I'm frustrated and angry. There have been quite a few tears spilled over this whole thing. I'm now feeling battered and exhausted. Physically and mentally exhausted. But at the same time, I feel vast relief that it's over.

As far as knitting goes, I'm working on my secret project now. I can tell you that it is an Alan Dart pattern cause the recipient won't know anything about that anyway. I'll show you the results as soon as I can!

1 comment:

  1. I'm so sorry that the experience turned so sour because of adult pettiness. I feel sorry for children left under the influence of those now in charge, but you did the right thing in walking away.

    Can't wait to see your secret knitting project.