"We cannot hold a torch to light another's path without brightening our own."
I went home last weekend and bought a car. A 2002 Pontiac Grand Am. It’s cherry red just like my old car. And the old car was a Grand Prix, so they’re a lot alike. It’s a good car, seems to be working well. I just really loved my old car. I don’t know if you can love cars, but if you can… I did! The sternwheeler fireworks were Saturday night. My mom, dad, Jeremy and I walked down to the river to watch them. Afterwards Jeremy and I walked to Jan and Troys’ to say hi to some friends from high school. Julie, and Jennifer were there, And Angie and her son. He’s two now! So old! And she’s pregnant again. We’re all really kinds adult now! Jeremy and I ended up getting in a pretty decent fight after that which rehashed itself on Thursday night. Eh, that happens.
Im pretty exhausted, I’ve been really sick all week. No idea what’s wrong with me, But it’s bad. I usually avoid hospitals, but at this point I would go except I don’t have health insurance at the present time. Good timing, huh?
My little brother was playing intermural football Thursday night and fell and tore most of the tendons in his right shouler. He's in a lot of pain and cant get in to see the specialist until Tuesday. They think he's gonna need surgery and that's pretty scarey so please be thinking of him!
My little 4-year olds are amazing. They’re learning to tie their shoes this week. You should see the looks on their faces as they learn something new. It is the greatest thing ever. I currently teach just the 4-year olds in the mornings which means I only have 9 kids, which is doable. But in the afternoons, the kindergartens come and they are in my classroom as well. At that point I usually have 16 kids and it gets really stressful. It’s just too many kids and they are at such developmental different levels that you cant have them all doing the same activities. It’s strange seeing their birthdays and realizing wow… you were born when I was a freshman in college… you’ve only been on this planet for four years. I am in constant awe as I talk to them and hear about the things they already know. It’s strange teaching a little person things that you take for granted. Like you have to teach kids what their names are, how to spell them, and what words like “more” and “less” mean. Many of the kids I teach have been going to this center for some time. They know the rules and the routine. They know that when the lights turn off, their mouths go shut. They know that if the teacher says “Criss Cross Apple Sauce” its means sit Indian style on the floor. It’s an interesting thing realizing that just because a child can say the alphabet does not meat that upon sight they know a letter. They have to learn the individual letters as well. All of my kids can count to 100. But if you hold up a card with number “44” on it, by sight, they may not know what number it is. During naptime yesterday, one of my favorite kids (he’s one of the kindergarteners, so I only have him in the afternoon) was looking at a book called It’s hard to be Five. It was the cutest thing. And really, so very true. At five, all they want to do is round around and be silly. They really can’t sit still. They’re kids. They aren’t meant o sit still for 8 hours a day, but we as society push children and mold them into what society deems acceptable. We don’t want kids to play in the mud or get dirty or be loud. We tell them to sit still, and be quiet, and wait patiently. I bet it was/is hard to be five! I really have fallen in love with all my kids already. They drive me crazy, but they’re adorable!