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Ok, so maybe flower arranging isn't in my immediate future. I'll stick with child arranging. At least flowers don't talk back to you though.
Both Megan and I had pretty shitty weeks, although I'm pretty sure she still wins the award.
I'm really not enjoying myself doing this teaching thing as much as I was last year. My kids aren't really behavior problems, in fact, they don't really do anything...they just sit there and stare. And not get what I am trying to teach them. I have several very low-functioning kids. I guess the honeymoon is over. I had someone come up to me and say how wonderful it must be to done with my first year at my school. I don't really think so though. Now that I'm not a rookie anymore, I should actually know what I am doing. Too bad I don't.
I had my first Beginning Band meeting with instruments yesterday. I thought about curling up into a little ball and dying after that. I hadn't heard so many cats getting killed in one room in quite a long time. However, one of my fellow teachers and I went to the bar and started drinking. Good alternative, I think. A few tall ones later I made it back to church to play in the Praise Band for our kick-off of the 40 Days of Purpose from Rick Warren. It went extremely well. Being a sax player, I've never played in church before. This was amazing though, and a few people said I stole the show... that's kinda disturbing though because praising God was supposed to be "the show". It was good for me too...I have some deep-running phobias about playing solo in public. I once played my soprano at a wedding and a key broke in the middle of it and I couldn't finish. I was amazed at how well the sax part was written...especially as I backed up a vocal solo on "The Potter's Hand". Unfortunately, none of those budding saxophonists in Band got to hear me though. This was an adults only presentation and all the kids were taken to the gym for kiddie games. Next weekend, my 5th graders are singing with the Praise Band at one of the services, so that will be cool. Tomorrow my fourth graders are singing also. I've never heard so many tone deaf kids in one room before.
I've given up on P. It's not worth the energy. I don't know if there was really anything there or not, I thought there was for a while, but the motivation to talk to each other isn't really there anymore. I had asked him to go out to the bar with a group of us last night, but he had to watch somebody's kid (wtf?) and I also got some U of M tickets for the game against Minnesota and asked him to go with me, but he hasn't told me if he has gotten out of having to work that day (see, I told you I had problems with his profession), and I really don't care anymore. My tickets may be up for sale.
So I did end up at Friday's last night with two married couples. Yeah, thrilling. I had a great time with two of them, but the other couple I don't think I'm going to appreciate very much. The wife constantly interrupts conversations with her own ridiculous shit, and the husband, because he wasn't interested in participating in the rest of the table's conversation, went off on his own tangents about his own ridiculous stuff that left us with nothing to say but, "Hmm...that's nice." Suddenly I missed being at Friday's with Chris and Rick when we would actually have fun.
C'est tout....
I'm going to try to start being more optimistic real soon...
I promise.
Both Megan and I had pretty shitty weeks, although I'm pretty sure she still wins the award.
I'm really not enjoying myself doing this teaching thing as much as I was last year. My kids aren't really behavior problems, in fact, they don't really do anything...they just sit there and stare. And not get what I am trying to teach them. I have several very low-functioning kids. I guess the honeymoon is over. I had someone come up to me and say how wonderful it must be to done with my first year at my school. I don't really think so though. Now that I'm not a rookie anymore, I should actually know what I am doing. Too bad I don't.
I had my first Beginning Band meeting with instruments yesterday. I thought about curling up into a little ball and dying after that. I hadn't heard so many cats getting killed in one room in quite a long time. However, one of my fellow teachers and I went to the bar and started drinking. Good alternative, I think. A few tall ones later I made it back to church to play in the Praise Band for our kick-off of the 40 Days of Purpose from Rick Warren. It went extremely well. Being a sax player, I've never played in church before. This was amazing though, and a few people said I stole the show... that's kinda disturbing though because praising God was supposed to be "the show". It was good for me too...I have some deep-running phobias about playing solo in public. I once played my soprano at a wedding and a key broke in the middle of it and I couldn't finish. I was amazed at how well the sax part was written...especially as I backed up a vocal solo on "The Potter's Hand". Unfortunately, none of those budding saxophonists in Band got to hear me though. This was an adults only presentation and all the kids were taken to the gym for kiddie games. Next weekend, my 5th graders are singing with the Praise Band at one of the services, so that will be cool. Tomorrow my fourth graders are singing also. I've never heard so many tone deaf kids in one room before.
I've given up on P. It's not worth the energy. I don't know if there was really anything there or not, I thought there was for a while, but the motivation to talk to each other isn't really there anymore. I had asked him to go out to the bar with a group of us last night, but he had to watch somebody's kid (wtf?) and I also got some U of M tickets for the game against Minnesota and asked him to go with me, but he hasn't told me if he has gotten out of having to work that day (see, I told you I had problems with his profession), and I really don't care anymore. My tickets may be up for sale.
So I did end up at Friday's last night with two married couples. Yeah, thrilling. I had a great time with two of them, but the other couple I don't think I'm going to appreciate very much. The wife constantly interrupts conversations with her own ridiculous shit, and the husband, because he wasn't interested in participating in the rest of the table's conversation, went off on his own tangents about his own ridiculous stuff that left us with nothing to say but, "Hmm...that's nice." Suddenly I missed being at Friday's with Chris and Rick when we would actually have fun.
C'est tout....
I'm going to try to start being more optimistic real soon...
I promise.