In Which I Am Slightly More Bitter Than Anticipated
Apparently Allison was under the illusion that I haven't bee posting recently because I have boy stories going on. Let me make this abundantly clear: there are none boy stories going on. Boys have cooties, don't-cha know?
I haven't been writing because I've been watching Star Trek. It took a while, but I finally got past first season and now Riker has a beard and all is right in the world.
My student teacher left and now I have a practicum student. My practicum student is AMAZING and I love her and she can stay forever. Poor girl got baptism by fire on her first day. My crier was having a breakdown, and I left him in the hallway as long as I could, but in the middle of a lesson it became prudent that I pay attention to him, so I took off my microphone, handed it to my practicum student, and said, "Finish teaching this lesson? Thank you!" and left the room.
But, as I said, she's AMAZING so it totally didn't phase her and she handled it beautifully.
(And for the record, I was using a flipchart, kind of like a powerpoint but not really, so I didn't just throw her to the wolves. I at least gave her sufficient weapons to fend for herself. And I came back after about two minutes.)
A couple of things that I need to be snarky about.
1) There is an individual in my life who has recently flung the epithet, "Nerd!" at me. I don't take issue with the choice of word; I refer to myself as a nerd. What I take issue with is the emotion behind the word, like being a nerd is the worst thing I could be. I tell you what, it makes my blood boil every time this individual flings the word my way. People like said individual are why I have chosen to sequester my interests away, where they will be appreciated and treasured, not mocked.
I was on rocky terms with said individual to start with, but I've moved firmly into the "I don't like you" camp. Unfortunately, I can't escape interactions with this person, making civil conversation my newest challenge. It's a short-term acquaintance, so I thankfully only have to survive a brief time longer, but it's still a bit of a struggle.
I don't know why being nerdy is such a bad thing. At least my life is interesting, and I have so many more things that make me smile and laugh and think and ponder.
2) Someone recently posted the following comment on my facebook wall: "And THAT is what husbands are for." Yes, thank you for the reminder that I am, indeed, NOT MARRIED. Just in case I forgot, right? Because being single in Provo isn't reminder enough. Not all of us have been married since nineteen, thank you very much, and must fend for ourselves. I get that you were married at nineteen and have no idea what it's like to not be attached to someone, but please think before you speak/post. I don't have a husband. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't even have a crush. I barely have friends with Y chromosomes. So any "THAT is what husbands are for" remarks are stupid.
The End.
I haven't been writing because I've been watching Star Trek. It took a while, but I finally got past first season and now Riker has a beard and all is right in the world.
My student teacher left and now I have a practicum student. My practicum student is AMAZING and I love her and she can stay forever. Poor girl got baptism by fire on her first day. My crier was having a breakdown, and I left him in the hallway as long as I could, but in the middle of a lesson it became prudent that I pay attention to him, so I took off my microphone, handed it to my practicum student, and said, "Finish teaching this lesson? Thank you!" and left the room.
But, as I said, she's AMAZING so it totally didn't phase her and she handled it beautifully.
(And for the record, I was using a flipchart, kind of like a powerpoint but not really, so I didn't just throw her to the wolves. I at least gave her sufficient weapons to fend for herself. And I came back after about two minutes.)
A couple of things that I need to be snarky about.
1) There is an individual in my life who has recently flung the epithet, "Nerd!" at me. I don't take issue with the choice of word; I refer to myself as a nerd. What I take issue with is the emotion behind the word, like being a nerd is the worst thing I could be. I tell you what, it makes my blood boil every time this individual flings the word my way. People like said individual are why I have chosen to sequester my interests away, where they will be appreciated and treasured, not mocked.
I was on rocky terms with said individual to start with, but I've moved firmly into the "I don't like you" camp. Unfortunately, I can't escape interactions with this person, making civil conversation my newest challenge. It's a short-term acquaintance, so I thankfully only have to survive a brief time longer, but it's still a bit of a struggle.
I don't know why being nerdy is such a bad thing. At least my life is interesting, and I have so many more things that make me smile and laugh and think and ponder.
2) Someone recently posted the following comment on my facebook wall: "And THAT is what husbands are for." Yes, thank you for the reminder that I am, indeed, NOT MARRIED. Just in case I forgot, right? Because being single in Provo isn't reminder enough. Not all of us have been married since nineteen, thank you very much, and must fend for ourselves. I get that you were married at nineteen and have no idea what it's like to not be attached to someone, but please think before you speak/post. I don't have a husband. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't even have a crush. I barely have friends with Y chromosomes. So any "THAT is what husbands are for" remarks are stupid.
The End.