new places
Training really sucks. Chicago doesn't, at all. Passed my content test. It is so hot some days I could throw up. Riding my bike on 31st street today, the wind was so thick and heated it felt like a hotspring. A hotspring that fucks with my haircut, anyway.
I love my friends, it is so good to see them again.. and on a regular basis, at that. Brimming with love, and it feels good to work 16-18 hour days Mon-Fri... Looking forward to paychecks soon, though.
My students are the light of my life. They're so small, adorable, and wriggly, and hilarious and we dance and sing. And so far behind. Half of them don't know the alphabet at 5, or how to make patterns or sort by color. It's dauting to have to catch them up in 16 days... so everything is really busy. But we read books and I give them math tests disguised as games and write notes about their speech patterns and play tag forever. Not sure if I'm qualified for this yet, but very soon, I will be. I'm a certified teacher. What a strange feeling. Kindergarten is a magical, strange place where 15 minutes feels like hours. And nap time feels like fifteen minutes. The kids are confused by my men's clothing, too, which is sort of funny. I think I'm the first remotely gender ambiguous person many of them have had a relationship with, so I get a lot of questions, which are all hilarious. Workin' on that whole thing. Michael Jackson is their favorite. Followed closely by the Lady Gaga crap. WHATEVA
I got an apartment yesterday. Kate and I move in on August 1st, and Mark comes along at the end of August. It's two blocks from the subway and a 10 minute walk to a million and one fun things to do. It's on the corner of Ashland and Thomas, if anyone cares. SECOND FLOOR with a big ole porch. Happy times ahead.
I don't have time to think about anything. Which feels good and bad, you know, I'm sure you all know. If anyone still even reads this? Funny, livejournal. Cute.
I love my friends, it is so good to see them again.. and on a regular basis, at that. Brimming with love, and it feels good to work 16-18 hour days Mon-Fri... Looking forward to paychecks soon, though.
My students are the light of my life. They're so small, adorable, and wriggly, and hilarious and we dance and sing. And so far behind. Half of them don't know the alphabet at 5, or how to make patterns or sort by color. It's dauting to have to catch them up in 16 days... so everything is really busy. But we read books and I give them math tests disguised as games and write notes about their speech patterns and play tag forever. Not sure if I'm qualified for this yet, but very soon, I will be. I'm a certified teacher. What a strange feeling. Kindergarten is a magical, strange place where 15 minutes feels like hours. And nap time feels like fifteen minutes. The kids are confused by my men's clothing, too, which is sort of funny. I think I'm the first remotely gender ambiguous person many of them have had a relationship with, so I get a lot of questions, which are all hilarious. Workin' on that whole thing. Michael Jackson is their favorite. Followed closely by the Lady Gaga crap. WHATEVA
I got an apartment yesterday. Kate and I move in on August 1st, and Mark comes along at the end of August. It's two blocks from the subway and a 10 minute walk to a million and one fun things to do. It's on the corner of Ashland and Thomas, if anyone cares. SECOND FLOOR with a big ole porch. Happy times ahead.
I don't have time to think about anything. Which feels good and bad, you know, I'm sure you all know. If anyone still even reads this? Funny, livejournal. Cute.