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Ah, one paper down, two to go! I have no idea what I’m doing on this demographics paper, but I’m going to give it my all. It confuses me and I feel silly for having to ask eighty million questions. I suppose the best thing is to make an attempt! I think I know what I need to do though. At the very least, I’ve been at the school for a few weeks so I can answer the questions. It’s just compiling the data as it needs to be.
I have no idea what the hell I am supposed to do with this information! Ah this is so frustrating! There’s so much information that I need, so much that I have, and I have way of telling what I need and what is frivolous. I’m slowly working on this project, its butts. I don’t like it at all. Compilation of data has always been painful for me, today is no exception. I really feel like crying, I’m so damn lost.
Welp, I’ve done my best. Some attempt is better than no attempt at all. I’m not at all confident about it. Usually I develop some confidence that I think I’ve done what needs to be done. I’m still not quite so sure in this case. On a better note, the next hard assignment I’ll have two wonderful mentors to rely on!
In better news, hilarious news my mentors are silly. So last Wednesday, I'm making folders for one of my mentors. The school counselor comes in, he's around my age (I guess, he could be younger). He helps out with a student and leaves. Kids are out at recess, I'm still making folders and grading class work (being a good teacher helper)! My mentor comes over to me and grins as she starts talking about our counselor.
I'm nodding along; I think he's a nice guy. He seems really nice. He's very very patient and soft spoken. The kids love him. So my mentor goes, "You know, Rae, he's about your age."
I nod, "I think so too."
At this point I look up and she grins even wider.
"You should marry him."
I must have looked like a fish because she laughed.
"He's really sweet!"
She continues for a few minutes bringing up his good points (very patient, works well with kids, very down to earth, nice, etc.) and I'm just laughing as I try to keep filing papers. She said that all the other staff had mentioned how cute he was and that they wished they had daughters around his age to set him up with. She couldn't jump on that bandwagon.
Enter Rae. (BAM! I'm awesome like that) And now she can, and she WILL. And as far as I knew she was trying to convince my other mentor to help out with that.
I’m not sure whether I should laugh or run away. Chances are they’re not going to do anything but haze me. Which will be fine. I’m glad they feel comfortable enough to joke with me (and to tease me!)! I feel comfortable with them too, so all is well (even though they’re trying to marry me off).
I have no idea what the hell I am supposed to do with this information! Ah this is so frustrating! There’s so much information that I need, so much that I have, and I have way of telling what I need and what is frivolous. I’m slowly working on this project, its butts. I don’t like it at all. Compilation of data has always been painful for me, today is no exception. I really feel like crying, I’m so damn lost.
Welp, I’ve done my best. Some attempt is better than no attempt at all. I’m not at all confident about it. Usually I develop some confidence that I think I’ve done what needs to be done. I’m still not quite so sure in this case. On a better note, the next hard assignment I’ll have two wonderful mentors to rely on!
In better news, hilarious news my mentors are silly. So last Wednesday, I'm making folders for one of my mentors. The school counselor comes in, he's around my age (I guess, he could be younger). He helps out with a student and leaves. Kids are out at recess, I'm still making folders and grading class work (being a good teacher helper)! My mentor comes over to me and grins as she starts talking about our counselor.
I'm nodding along; I think he's a nice guy. He seems really nice. He's very very patient and soft spoken. The kids love him. So my mentor goes, "You know, Rae, he's about your age."
I nod, "I think so too."
At this point I look up and she grins even wider.
"You should marry him."
I must have looked like a fish because she laughed.
"He's really sweet!"
She continues for a few minutes bringing up his good points (very patient, works well with kids, very down to earth, nice, etc.) and I'm just laughing as I try to keep filing papers. She said that all the other staff had mentioned how cute he was and that they wished they had daughters around his age to set him up with. She couldn't jump on that bandwagon.
Enter Rae. (BAM! I'm awesome like that) And now she can, and she WILL. And as far as I knew she was trying to convince my other mentor to help out with that.
I’m not sure whether I should laugh or run away. Chances are they’re not going to do anything but haze me. Which will be fine. I’m glad they feel comfortable enough to joke with me (and to tease me!)! I feel comfortable with them too, so all is well (even though they’re trying to marry me off).