Cathy went to a meeting at Guildford College yesterday morning and came away with a class to teach. Starting today. As I type, she is in the first half hour of teaching a bunch of eleven or so sixteen to nineteen year olds about Graphic Design. Kids who, for various reasons, didn't come out of school very well: a couple of them have Asperger's Syndrome, a couple of them are dyslexic and the rest have various assorted problems. The course has no curriculum, the financial rewards are non existent. My wife impresses the crap out of me sometimes.
Big up Sista!