So...
I don't even know who reads my postings (the few that i do) but I'm going to update anyway.
I got a new job at a place called Refugee Family Services. I am a "classroom supervisor" but they
all call me the teacher. I have my own room and I supervise the kids I have in my classroom and the
tutors that volunteer there. I love it so far. It's really stressful and crazy but I love it. Most of
my kids are from Somalia and their english skills vary. There are some really cute ones. It a tiny tiny
tiny tiny tiny bit like City Year without all the shit. I love being my own boss (i basically am). I only
work M-Th 2-6 so I'll probably need to get a second job. I just kindof want to have my weekends. so we'll see.
Anyway, Kris and I got a pup. We named him Philly. It was so perfect for him.
So something happened the other day that I thought was pretty funny. I was running back to the car after
dropping off our rent check and guess what happened? My toe caught on the pavement and I flew onto the
ground. I rolled onto my back and just chilled for a minute. It hurt like hell! So there was a little
damage done but I was ok. I actually laughed in the car on the way home. Kris almost cried because he
hated that I was hurt. He's so sweet.