Wearing Budweiser and drinking Old Milwaukee...
I seem to be making an impact at my school already.
Kids are excited to see me when I pass in the halls, and I get hugs every day.
I feel loved!
and I'm happy that they obviously feel loved enough to inspire the hugs! If you remember back to the very 1st school I interned in, you'll remember that I was told never to hug kids (becaue it babies them and could end in a lawsuit). Fuck that. I love hugs, and I think y'all do too. We aren't babies. I just make sure I kneel down so they don't smash their little faces into my tits, as they are compelled to do.
We are short 2 kindergardeners, which by wonderful bureaucratic standards means we have to loose one teacher and her class gets distributed among the remaining teachers. In a month or 2 those kids will register and we will have to hire a new teacher and move kids again. This is the shit about 'standards' that people don't hear about. Human sense making does not always fit into statistical analysis.
At the same time, a second grade teacher has resigned and my position has also been eliminated due to #s. The principal offered the 2nd grade position to me, so I guess I'll have my own class soon. This is now bitter-sweet since I have grown acustomed to not working my ass off all day, night, and weekend. I'm going to have the challenge now to work smart vs. working hard. I'll also have to catch up on the lesson planning and little routines that I haven't had to do yet. So once again, hitting the ground running. Ms. Chuckro, the reserve paratrooper. I'll miss the lab, and I think the kids are really going to be let down. They've begun stopping and asking what comes next. They applauded today when I told them we were going outside to paint with water! water! It was only a lesson on evaporation!
I have a ghost tour tonight, but as usual I don't want to go. Once I'm there I'll have fun, but 2nd jobs suck. When the day is done I want it to be done. But then there is the car loan, school loan, credit cards and new house prospect to consider...yay. It all makes me feel like a dwarf chisel-chipping away at the monolith of debt I've acquired. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my life.
I decided that Roller Derby is definately for me! It isn't as brutal as it is made out to be. It was actually slower and quieter than I thought it would be. The music needed to be much louder, but then you wouldn't hear the announcer. I was surprised there was an announcer. It was also fun to watch. I found myself whispering, "go, go, go!" until I remembered it was a sporting event and I was allowed to yell. The only girls that were broken were over weight, so I decided to use my raise to buy myself a membership at the Y rather than just buy the new clothes that I want. Once I trim up a bit I'll be able to buy better looking clothes. I am just on the cusp of fat girl store featuring mu-mus in any color you want! It really pisses me off, since I don't even think I'm that fat. I just have Polish tits and biceps.
I could snap those fashion designers like the twigs they use as models. I'm sick of sewing things to make them look right.
So once again I have a lot of projects for myself: whole classroom, weight loss, ghost tours, and the Roller Derby.
St. Pete won't accuse me of wasting my life!
Kids are excited to see me when I pass in the halls, and I get hugs every day.
I feel loved!
and I'm happy that they obviously feel loved enough to inspire the hugs! If you remember back to the very 1st school I interned in, you'll remember that I was told never to hug kids (becaue it babies them and could end in a lawsuit). Fuck that. I love hugs, and I think y'all do too. We aren't babies. I just make sure I kneel down so they don't smash their little faces into my tits, as they are compelled to do.
We are short 2 kindergardeners, which by wonderful bureaucratic standards means we have to loose one teacher and her class gets distributed among the remaining teachers. In a month or 2 those kids will register and we will have to hire a new teacher and move kids again. This is the shit about 'standards' that people don't hear about. Human sense making does not always fit into statistical analysis.
At the same time, a second grade teacher has resigned and my position has also been eliminated due to #s. The principal offered the 2nd grade position to me, so I guess I'll have my own class soon. This is now bitter-sweet since I have grown acustomed to not working my ass off all day, night, and weekend. I'm going to have the challenge now to work smart vs. working hard. I'll also have to catch up on the lesson planning and little routines that I haven't had to do yet. So once again, hitting the ground running. Ms. Chuckro, the reserve paratrooper. I'll miss the lab, and I think the kids are really going to be let down. They've begun stopping and asking what comes next. They applauded today when I told them we were going outside to paint with water! water! It was only a lesson on evaporation!
I have a ghost tour tonight, but as usual I don't want to go. Once I'm there I'll have fun, but 2nd jobs suck. When the day is done I want it to be done. But then there is the car loan, school loan, credit cards and new house prospect to consider...yay. It all makes me feel like a dwarf chisel-chipping away at the monolith of debt I've acquired. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my life.
I decided that Roller Derby is definately for me! It isn't as brutal as it is made out to be. It was actually slower and quieter than I thought it would be. The music needed to be much louder, but then you wouldn't hear the announcer. I was surprised there was an announcer. It was also fun to watch. I found myself whispering, "go, go, go!" until I remembered it was a sporting event and I was allowed to yell. The only girls that were broken were over weight, so I decided to use my raise to buy myself a membership at the Y rather than just buy the new clothes that I want. Once I trim up a bit I'll be able to buy better looking clothes. I am just on the cusp of fat girl store featuring mu-mus in any color you want! It really pisses me off, since I don't even think I'm that fat. I just have Polish tits and biceps.
I could snap those fashion designers like the twigs they use as models. I'm sick of sewing things to make them look right.
So once again I have a lot of projects for myself: whole classroom, weight loss, ghost tours, and the Roller Derby.
St. Pete won't accuse me of wasting my life!