suck it field III
I have nothing to do tonight.
It's wonderful.
I am sitting and eating a quesadilla and watching the E True Hollywood Story: The Kids of Dawson's Creek, and I am about to put on some sweatpants and lay in my bed and watch tv, and I am in heaven. I don't think I have ever been so physically and mentally exhausted as I am right now. I know I say that every day, but this time I really mean it. Let me go ahead and complain now.
So this week, I had my massive literature portfolio due. I called in sick to work on Saturday cause I didn't feel like going and I was going to take the day and do my portfolio, but mostly because I just didn't feel like going. Then I slept for a really long time and realized I had a bunch of stuff for my portfolio all the way at my house. So I got my stuff together and went home just to get my things. Then I ate some chicken, and my mom asked if I wanted to go Christmas shopping, and I am a girl who loves both shopping and procrastinating, so I went. We went to Best Buy and shopped for a long time and the I had to go home and do my work, and I was in a bad mood because I wasted so much time.
Then on Sunday I came back to school at like 6, worked on my portfolio till 2, and got about half of it done. I went to the daycare on Monday and for the first hour I was there, I was doing odd jobs for the office. I don't mind doing that, and they had me copy stuff and go put it in the teacher's mailboxes. In the staff room, there is a wall of mailboxes for memos and schedules and things like that, and for the first month or so when I did office duty, I never had a mailbox. But when I dropped off all those, I saw that I had like five million notes in my mailbox from as long ago as my birthday. I felt so bad, cause it was things like memos about the Christmas party that we had the week before that I never knew about, and a survey that got sent to the corporate office that was due like two weeks ago, and things like that. When I went back to the office I was like sooo I have a mailbox, sorry for not getting those billion messages, and Jen, one of the directors, started laughing and I said I didn't know I had one, and she said she was so sorry. I only work a few days a week there and I figured that they would have given me one if I were full time or something, but that none of the memos or anything applied to me, but as I read through my month's worth of mail, I found that they actually do apply to me. Anyway after that, I was talking with this girl Grace who started at the same time as me so we are new kids together and I like her, and she and I were in my favorite toddler room and she was asking if I had gone to the Christmas party, and I said no cause I didn't konw about it. I guess it was a huge deal though and they called people to ask why they weren't coming, and everyone was expected to attend,because they spent a ton of time and money planning it, and it was dinner at this really nice restaurant. I felt really bad, because nobody had even mentioned to me that I hadn't gone, and the directors probably thought I was just blowing it off, and between that and the calling out and the not getting my mail, I felt like they must think I was the worst employee ever. So when I was leaving I mentioned it to that same director that I was really really sorry I hadn't come to the party, that I didn't know about it because nobody told me and I didn't know I had a mailbox, and she started laughing and said it was their fault because they never even told me I had a mailbox, and this is turning into the most boring story ever but it was important to me. She said she would explain the misunderstanding to the other director, which made me think that they had talked about it and been like "dude why does Amanda suck so bad". It was the night before I called out sick, and she said they had figured I was just sick that night, but I said I would have at least called to say I couldn't come, and I felt bad, and it made me feel better to explain to them. Apparently they each got gifts of $50 at the party, and man I really want that money, but I can't ask for it or anything. But man, it wasn't even my fault I didnt' go, and Grace said that they had said even teh people who didn't go were going to get that money. Wtf?
So then after that day, which was good after that whole debacle, I came home and did a marathon of homework. By the time I had gone to Target to buy Pepsi and presents for my student teachign class, gone to Staples to make copies of things for my portfolio, and gone to get food, and settled down, it was like 10:30. I worked on my portfolio until about 3:30 in the morning, and then after that I had to do my math portfolio because my teacher sucks and gave me a really bad grade and I needed to do an extra assignment to make it up, and since I have so much free time, I was glad to. Then I had to study for my final I had that day, so it was awesome. I went to bed at 7, (after getting up at the morning before, so I was awake and working for 23 straight hours) woke up at 10 to go to my final, and then had a day full of classes and finals. It was awesome. Best day of my life.
Then today was my last day of student teaching. I was goign to go to bed so early last night, and after I got back from class and going to Barnes and Noble to buy a book for my student teaching lady and put together the presents for the kids and did my online chores such as facebooking and whatnot, it was like 1 in the morning. So I am tired today. For the kids, I had gotten composition notebooks for them to have as journals to take home, because they have like eight different journals (math and reading and writing and spelling and nonsense liek that) at school and they like using them. I wasn't sure if the kids would like them or not, but it was worth a shot. So I got to the school this morning and it was four degrees out, and it was so goddamn cold I thought I was going to die. As soon as I walked in the kids were all excited, and they were all asking if it was my last day, and it is really hard for them to understand that my school ends in December. Some of them think I am in high school, some of them think I am a teacher, and I do'nt konw what the rest think but it is probably not right. So after math time my teacher Shawna said it was time for a special math activity, and winked at the kids, and they got all excited and were like "ohhhh the speical activity! I looove math! Ms Cady, don't you love math too?" and I knew they were going to do something for me, and it was so cute. They had all written poems about me and they read them, and the kids who didn't want to read said something nice that they remembered. The poems were like "Ms Cady is cool, she teaches us math, I love her' and things like that, and the kids allll remembered the one math thing I did, which was the first lesson I did in the whole semester, which was funny to me. They talked about my map board too that I brought in, which was something I had to do for my social studies class and then do in the classroom, and it made me happy that they liked it. They made me cards too that said things lke "dear mrs. kate (which if you say every letter it is cady), are class will miss you, you make me happy, love gabriela" and they were so adorable. One kid drew me a picture of a train, and then of a hummer and an F-350, because they are his favorite things and apparently therfore mine too, and it was so cute. It was a fun day, and I will miss the kids. Rule number one of student teaching is that you never EVER tell the kids you are going to come back and visit because you never will, but then one of the boys started freaking out and needed to leave the room, and he has Asperger's and is in a special needs class and the disorder leads to emotional things like that, and he came back in and was all teary eyed and asked if I could come back and visit, and my teacher was standing behind him and nodding her head and mouthing yes at me, so I said I would come back maybe sometime, and then the other kids kept on asking if I could come back and I was lke sigh yes of course, cause I already committed myself. So we'll see.
Then at the daycare I was in some preschool classes, and then got moved to a toddler class a half hour before we closed. It's my job to get moved aroudn and go where they need me, and I like doing it, but then one of the kids in my class didn't get picked up till 6:50, and we close at 6. That is a really long time. I had to stay because I was the teacher with her, so I waited with her till 6:20 or so and then the directors called her mom and dad, and her mom had surgery today and I think the dad forgot about it and wasn't answering his phone, so she had to drag herself from her house after she just got a hernia operation today and come get the little girl, and she felt really bad so I didn't mind. It was an extra hour of pay that I'll get, which is okay, and I needed to score some brownie points even though all the things I was a bad employee for weren't my fault. They said I could go if I wanted and they could stay with the girl, but I said it was okay cause I didn't mind at all, and I really didn't. So it was okay.
Then after that I drove really far to go to Moe's and get dinner because it was so good that first time I went there and I needed a "hey you finished all your classes and have been awake for a million hours in a row" present, and the cutest taco boy ever made me a taco and then teased me for being a big fatty basically, cause I ordered a second one after he made the first, and then I realized it wasn't flirting once I got home because my eyes? Are so red, but the redness is offset by the dark circles underneath them. Add my pale, dry skin and my static-y hair from this lovely weather, and I am one sexy beast. Rawwr.
I am going to go to bed right now because I am falling asleep at my desk. I almost fell asleep in my car when I was waiting for the shuttle, and I neeever almost fall asleep anywhere. Tomorrow I am going to go Christmas shopping, and I think I am going to go to Boston and shop. I am so excited to go shop by myself on Newbury Street and that area, cause it is going to be so Christmasy and it will be cold but not freezing, and it will be fun. I hope I get up early enough. I have to work tomorrow night at 6:45, and I should be able to work that out. It is going to be my first day off in a long time, like FOREVER, and it isn't a real technical day off because I have to work at night, but it is as close as I'm going to get for a while. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go to bed early.
It's wonderful.
I am sitting and eating a quesadilla and watching the E True Hollywood Story: The Kids of Dawson's Creek, and I am about to put on some sweatpants and lay in my bed and watch tv, and I am in heaven. I don't think I have ever been so physically and mentally exhausted as I am right now. I know I say that every day, but this time I really mean it. Let me go ahead and complain now.
So this week, I had my massive literature portfolio due. I called in sick to work on Saturday cause I didn't feel like going and I was going to take the day and do my portfolio, but mostly because I just didn't feel like going. Then I slept for a really long time and realized I had a bunch of stuff for my portfolio all the way at my house. So I got my stuff together and went home just to get my things. Then I ate some chicken, and my mom asked if I wanted to go Christmas shopping, and I am a girl who loves both shopping and procrastinating, so I went. We went to Best Buy and shopped for a long time and the I had to go home and do my work, and I was in a bad mood because I wasted so much time.
Then on Sunday I came back to school at like 6, worked on my portfolio till 2, and got about half of it done. I went to the daycare on Monday and for the first hour I was there, I was doing odd jobs for the office. I don't mind doing that, and they had me copy stuff and go put it in the teacher's mailboxes. In the staff room, there is a wall of mailboxes for memos and schedules and things like that, and for the first month or so when I did office duty, I never had a mailbox. But when I dropped off all those, I saw that I had like five million notes in my mailbox from as long ago as my birthday. I felt so bad, cause it was things like memos about the Christmas party that we had the week before that I never knew about, and a survey that got sent to the corporate office that was due like two weeks ago, and things like that. When I went back to the office I was like sooo I have a mailbox, sorry for not getting those billion messages, and Jen, one of the directors, started laughing and I said I didn't know I had one, and she said she was so sorry. I only work a few days a week there and I figured that they would have given me one if I were full time or something, but that none of the memos or anything applied to me, but as I read through my month's worth of mail, I found that they actually do apply to me. Anyway after that, I was talking with this girl Grace who started at the same time as me so we are new kids together and I like her, and she and I were in my favorite toddler room and she was asking if I had gone to the Christmas party, and I said no cause I didn't konw about it. I guess it was a huge deal though and they called people to ask why they weren't coming, and everyone was expected to attend,because they spent a ton of time and money planning it, and it was dinner at this really nice restaurant. I felt really bad, because nobody had even mentioned to me that I hadn't gone, and the directors probably thought I was just blowing it off, and between that and the calling out and the not getting my mail, I felt like they must think I was the worst employee ever. So when I was leaving I mentioned it to that same director that I was really really sorry I hadn't come to the party, that I didn't know about it because nobody told me and I didn't know I had a mailbox, and she started laughing and said it was their fault because they never even told me I had a mailbox, and this is turning into the most boring story ever but it was important to me. She said she would explain the misunderstanding to the other director, which made me think that they had talked about it and been like "dude why does Amanda suck so bad". It was the night before I called out sick, and she said they had figured I was just sick that night, but I said I would have at least called to say I couldn't come, and I felt bad, and it made me feel better to explain to them. Apparently they each got gifts of $50 at the party, and man I really want that money, but I can't ask for it or anything. But man, it wasn't even my fault I didnt' go, and Grace said that they had said even teh people who didn't go were going to get that money. Wtf?
So then after that day, which was good after that whole debacle, I came home and did a marathon of homework. By the time I had gone to Target to buy Pepsi and presents for my student teachign class, gone to Staples to make copies of things for my portfolio, and gone to get food, and settled down, it was like 10:30. I worked on my portfolio until about 3:30 in the morning, and then after that I had to do my math portfolio because my teacher sucks and gave me a really bad grade and I needed to do an extra assignment to make it up, and since I have so much free time, I was glad to. Then I had to study for my final I had that day, so it was awesome. I went to bed at 7, (after getting up at the morning before, so I was awake and working for 23 straight hours) woke up at 10 to go to my final, and then had a day full of classes and finals. It was awesome. Best day of my life.
Then today was my last day of student teaching. I was goign to go to bed so early last night, and after I got back from class and going to Barnes and Noble to buy a book for my student teaching lady and put together the presents for the kids and did my online chores such as facebooking and whatnot, it was like 1 in the morning. So I am tired today. For the kids, I had gotten composition notebooks for them to have as journals to take home, because they have like eight different journals (math and reading and writing and spelling and nonsense liek that) at school and they like using them. I wasn't sure if the kids would like them or not, but it was worth a shot. So I got to the school this morning and it was four degrees out, and it was so goddamn cold I thought I was going to die. As soon as I walked in the kids were all excited, and they were all asking if it was my last day, and it is really hard for them to understand that my school ends in December. Some of them think I am in high school, some of them think I am a teacher, and I do'nt konw what the rest think but it is probably not right. So after math time my teacher Shawna said it was time for a special math activity, and winked at the kids, and they got all excited and were like "ohhhh the speical activity! I looove math! Ms Cady, don't you love math too?" and I knew they were going to do something for me, and it was so cute. They had all written poems about me and they read them, and the kids who didn't want to read said something nice that they remembered. The poems were like "Ms Cady is cool, she teaches us math, I love her' and things like that, and the kids allll remembered the one math thing I did, which was the first lesson I did in the whole semester, which was funny to me. They talked about my map board too that I brought in, which was something I had to do for my social studies class and then do in the classroom, and it made me happy that they liked it. They made me cards too that said things lke "dear mrs. kate (which if you say every letter it is cady), are class will miss you, you make me happy, love gabriela" and they were so adorable. One kid drew me a picture of a train, and then of a hummer and an F-350, because they are his favorite things and apparently therfore mine too, and it was so cute. It was a fun day, and I will miss the kids. Rule number one of student teaching is that you never EVER tell the kids you are going to come back and visit because you never will, but then one of the boys started freaking out and needed to leave the room, and he has Asperger's and is in a special needs class and the disorder leads to emotional things like that, and he came back in and was all teary eyed and asked if I could come back and visit, and my teacher was standing behind him and nodding her head and mouthing yes at me, so I said I would come back maybe sometime, and then the other kids kept on asking if I could come back and I was lke sigh yes of course, cause I already committed myself. So we'll see.
Then at the daycare I was in some preschool classes, and then got moved to a toddler class a half hour before we closed. It's my job to get moved aroudn and go where they need me, and I like doing it, but then one of the kids in my class didn't get picked up till 6:50, and we close at 6. That is a really long time. I had to stay because I was the teacher with her, so I waited with her till 6:20 or so and then the directors called her mom and dad, and her mom had surgery today and I think the dad forgot about it and wasn't answering his phone, so she had to drag herself from her house after she just got a hernia operation today and come get the little girl, and she felt really bad so I didn't mind. It was an extra hour of pay that I'll get, which is okay, and I needed to score some brownie points even though all the things I was a bad employee for weren't my fault. They said I could go if I wanted and they could stay with the girl, but I said it was okay cause I didn't mind at all, and I really didn't. So it was okay.
Then after that I drove really far to go to Moe's and get dinner because it was so good that first time I went there and I needed a "hey you finished all your classes and have been awake for a million hours in a row" present, and the cutest taco boy ever made me a taco and then teased me for being a big fatty basically, cause I ordered a second one after he made the first, and then I realized it wasn't flirting once I got home because my eyes? Are so red, but the redness is offset by the dark circles underneath them. Add my pale, dry skin and my static-y hair from this lovely weather, and I am one sexy beast. Rawwr.
I am going to go to bed right now because I am falling asleep at my desk. I almost fell asleep in my car when I was waiting for the shuttle, and I neeever almost fall asleep anywhere. Tomorrow I am going to go Christmas shopping, and I think I am going to go to Boston and shop. I am so excited to go shop by myself on Newbury Street and that area, cause it is going to be so Christmasy and it will be cold but not freezing, and it will be fun. I hope I get up early enough. I have to work tomorrow night at 6:45, and I should be able to work that out. It is going to be my first day off in a long time, like FOREVER, and it isn't a real technical day off because I have to work at night, but it is as close as I'm going to get for a while. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go to bed early.