While thousands of TeachersPayTeachers flocked to the conference in Nashville...
...I pounded the pavement on my home turf. Would you like to join me for a Happy Hour road trip?
The minute I walk into TpT HQ, I feel teacher-love.
I'm home! In mid-century-modern heaven--in summer! It doesn't get any better than this.
Thanks, Kris, from the TpT design dept., for capturing my celebration!
When I'm creating resources, I sometimes think of it as a Mom 'n Pop shop. I forget there's a factory of supremely hard-working, and ultra-nice, people supporting me.
And, playing ping-pong to re-boot. Did you notice the ukulele on the windowsill? Love it!
I know, because my kindergarten teaching was transformed when I started meditating for 10 minutes a day.
Light refreshments from Murray's--oh, my! I go weak in the knees over Brie on crusty bread.
TpT sellers and staff mingle...
...and play ice-breaker BINGO for prizes. I just stand there smiling, and helping others win--in Classic Kindergarten Teacher mode.
I love meeting TpT old-timers and newbies--and forum buddies like Sheila from That Book Life (who is so much more charming and effervescent than I ever could've guessed from her formidable TpT store and bio)!
The importance of making personal connections is the theme of the evening.
When it's over, I make a bee-line through Union Square, which is always buzzing with life.
Fake pigeons and pizza-eating rats are unique money-makers, only in Noo Yawk.
Cultures meet...
Mahatma Gandhi overlooks it all, calmly.
I stare for too long at these chairs, wondering if they're as comfortable as they are beautiful, and also if there's a digital message embedded in the carved pattern.
Then I see the tag line, Space for Artists. That's my TeachersPayTeachers life in a nutshell!
I'm tempted to stick around for another hour to watch the sunset. It's not just any ol' sunset. It's Manhattanhenge (like Stonehenge), or the Manhattan Solstice. It's the one night a year when the sunset aligns with the east-west grid of the city streets.
That's a stock photo, not mine. I'm happy but tired, and so I race down the subway steps to catch the train home.
Well, that was fun. Thanks for sharing my New York City Un-Conference, Happy Hour at TpT.
Till next time,