Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
I'm considering wearing eyeliner again. I haven't for a really long time. Lazy? Probably. Didn't care? Most likely. I'm thinking maybe that's why I feel like I look haggard in all recent photos. And by recent I mean like the last year. My biggest LOL of teaching so far was the one day that I actually showered before work-- and that's all I did mind you, shower, throw on some mascara (which has been my routine for quite a while now. There were weeks straight when I didn't even feel the need to brush my hair, and didn't) and I can't even remember how many people were like, "hey! did you cut your hair? what'd you do? look great today!" My students asked me if I was going to a dance. OMG THE WONDER A SHOWER CAN DO. All that, and it was just that I was actually clean. I feel about 900 years older than I really am, but that doesn't mean I have to look that way. Still not willing to shower before work; I'd rather sleep the extra half hour. So yeah, eyeliner. We'll give it a try tomorrow.
I spent most of today writing. I snuck in lines here and there between classes and teaching long division. For how bad I was at math, I sure do teach it well. I think it's because I was so bad at it that I had to break it down into the most ridiculously of simple steps, and thats exactly what my kids need. On the other hand, I learned to read before entering kindergarten, and now I can't for the life of me figure out how to teach it. For me, it was intuitive. Try telling a kid with a learning disability to intuitively read. That's like asking a blind person to intuitively see. They asked me today what my first name is, and I told them. Then they started using it, which I had to tell them to stop cause that was just too weird. I feel like when I'm teaching it's a show, or some sort of act-- wake up and put the teacher costume on and then hope nobody notices that you really don't know what you are doing! And that way, I can hide behind my Ms. Anderson stage name and it's big secret. But being called by my first was like, ahhhh, clashing of worlds! Too much too much.
Today was large, and tomorrow will be larger, so I'm calling it quits for now.
I spent most of today writing. I snuck in lines here and there between classes and teaching long division. For how bad I was at math, I sure do teach it well. I think it's because I was so bad at it that I had to break it down into the most ridiculously of simple steps, and thats exactly what my kids need. On the other hand, I learned to read before entering kindergarten, and now I can't for the life of me figure out how to teach it. For me, it was intuitive. Try telling a kid with a learning disability to intuitively read. That's like asking a blind person to intuitively see. They asked me today what my first name is, and I told them. Then they started using it, which I had to tell them to stop cause that was just too weird. I feel like when I'm teaching it's a show, or some sort of act-- wake up and put the teacher costume on and then hope nobody notices that you really don't know what you are doing! And that way, I can hide behind my Ms. Anderson stage name and it's big secret. But being called by my first was like, ahhhh, clashing of worlds! Too much too much.
Today was large, and tomorrow will be larger, so I'm calling it quits for now.