Sep 06, 2009 19:48
The Man sez: One of our new kids whom I will call Lachata (since I sing her name to the tune of that song) started off the week like a hellcat. I mean, this is a kid who wears clothes that fit a three year old and has the strength of a grown-up. On the first day, she managed to yank out some of my hair and rip a button off my shirt. Oh, and she gave me a nice red scratch across my chest. She's also hella funny. My favorite thing (which I have told to everyone) happens when she's flipping the fuck out over something (usually wanting a snack) - she'll pause and very calmly ask "What's the matter?" as though she didn't just have her fingers individually pried out of my ponytail. Gotta say, I never expected to learn so many self-defense techniques working in Special Ed. Seriously. Some of the things we have to do make me uncomfortable (like sorta jamming a finger into a kid's armpit when they drop and refuse to walk) but they're pretty handy should I ever find myself needing to, I dunno, coerce an unwilling party in my private life. Wow, that sounds kinky. I've also got a slightly better reaction time after having her for a week. She's one of those kids who has no self-preservation instinct and a really high pain tolerance. Lucky she's so tiny or I don't think I'd be able to catch her from bashing her teeth in as many times as I've had to. Lachata is going to be a challenge but I'm starting to get what my coworkers mean when they say that one of their students is "a really interesting kid".
Our PE teacher noticed that I'd lost a bunch of weight and asked "How do you feel?" I wasn't sure how to answer that. Was it how-do-I-feel about my confidence? Or about the physical benefits? I feel like a jerk because I get irritated when someone doesn't say anything but then I also get flustered and want to deflect when someone does say something. MAKE UP MY MIND, ME!! I also find that my metabolism became nonexistent, like, the day I started work. And my sleep is all fucked up, but no surprise there. I'd like to swim in Paula's mom's pool a ton but I don't want to impose too much and she's been really nice about letting me use it and I really don't want the only thing I accomplished this summer to slip away bit by bit. Stress is stressful.
In awexome news, MICHAL PASSED HER NURSING FINALS WITH A 99.9%!!!!!! I am so, so proud of you!.