and so it goes
It is finally winter break. I survived my first semester of teacing (I still have late papers and a few exams to grade). I am really sorry that I have been so busy, and that I have ignored people unintentionally. I have been really bad about managing my time this semester and keeping up with people. For example: I put a call out for furniture when I moved, and Marie was there to answer my call, but I didn't notice that fact until today...December 18...like 3 months later. Sorry Marie. Poor Bethany has been trying to schedule time for us to hang out once a week, and I always have something going on for school. I hope to be on top of things at some point, but it doesn't look like it will be anytime soon.
I went to a party last night and got to see Jason Ryan, James Wilkins, Jessica Wilkins, Andrew Null, Josh Webb, Jeff Hale, Bill Bennett, Tabitha Judy, Ali Defore, Kim Carver, and probably more people that I can't remember right now. It was weird, and fun at the same time. Mostly because it was past my bed time. I felt old though, seeing some of the girls that were there who I didn't know, but could only guess were about 18 years old. Teaching high school kids has made me old before my time I think, because I am afraid of going out and having fun with my friends because teenagers might be there, and one of them could be my student. I mean, how much would it have freaked you out to go to a party and see one of your teachers there? Multiply that by 10 and that is the way I feel about seeing my students when I am out. Irrational fear? Maybe.
I went to a party last night and got to see Jason Ryan, James Wilkins, Jessica Wilkins, Andrew Null, Josh Webb, Jeff Hale, Bill Bennett, Tabitha Judy, Ali Defore, Kim Carver, and probably more people that I can't remember right now. It was weird, and fun at the same time. Mostly because it was past my bed time. I felt old though, seeing some of the girls that were there who I didn't know, but could only guess were about 18 years old. Teaching high school kids has made me old before my time I think, because I am afraid of going out and having fun with my friends because teenagers might be there, and one of them could be my student. I mean, how much would it have freaked you out to go to a party and see one of your teachers there? Multiply that by 10 and that is the way I feel about seeing my students when I am out. Irrational fear? Maybe.