I am a teacher at a school. I work with a 10 year old boy on Math. It has something to do with multiplication. I make columns and put problems in them. He turns the paper sideways and works on the problems that way which makes more sense.
I go to my classroom. Alg was around and has decorated the room with all kinds of festive decorations. There is a young woman in the classroom. I tell her I don’t get into putting up decorations, but I love what Alg has done.
There is a delivery of these small teapots and a creamer and sugar bowl. The teapots look like the teapot I have in Green Valley-Japanese style. I decide to have a tea party. I set the table with the teapots and creamer and sugar bowl. I am disorganized. I start to go back and forth to get hot water. There isn’t enough teapots. A young man comes who reminds me of Ted M. when he was young. He brings a few kids from his class. I feel frustrated.
As I am waking up or right before I woke up, I get the tea party all organized and ready before people come. I feel good.
