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I have now cut down to two days a week at the big O'Charley's. I love my job but there is no way that I can take an upper 300 level education class and an upper 400 level English class in one month and work five days a week. So now I'm working Friday night and Saturday night and that is all.
I had to write a junk-load of lesson plans and all this "enrichment" geared junk for my education class. Tomorrow Tiffany and I are going to the girls' group home for this same class. I am living and breathing school right now.
I finished my stuff up early so I could be home free today. I have been in Russelville pretty much all day. I am in love with these girls. They kill me. They are NOTHING like I was when I was 16/17. Let's see... when I was that age I was working at Dairy Queen, still going to Shiloh Baptist Church, and head over heels "in love" with James Jackson. That makes me look back and laugh now.
Evan and I were swimming yesterday. We decided to race swimming underwater. I cheated and tried to come up for a breath. Well, I hit my head on the lip on the side of the pool and now I have a lovely knot between my eyes. I'm so cool that it hurts.
I ate Mexican food tonight and I had an unexplainable craving for a margarita. I can't remember the last time that I drank alchohol and I know that I HATE anything with tequila in it. It was just odd. Oh well.
I am not a huge fan of this having to dress nicely to be a teacher thing. I hate it I hate it I hate it. Who says that I have to wear dress pants and a nice shirt and closed toed shoes to look respectable??? I just want to look like me. I feel so stuffy and old when I dress in my "teacherish" attire. I'm going to teach blind kids. They sure won't care what I look like.
My friend Channing tonight pulled a nice little joke on me. I had lost her number so I asked her for it again. She gave it to me and I entered it into my cell phone. No big deal. I went to call her at the designated time and no one answered. A few minutes later my phone rang from the number she had given me. I said "are you on your way here?" "On my way where?" "To eat with us at the Mexican place in Russelville." "Honey, what are you talking about?" Yeah. Channing definately gave me a made up number just to be funny. Not cool. I got her real number from Leah and called her. She was already laughing hysterically when I called her. She did it just to be mean. It was a good joke.
I realized today that I make NO sense as a Christian.
No matter what I wash my work clothes in they always smell like O'Charley's. That kind of sucks because the jeans I wear to work in are really, really cute.
I need to go to bed. I have to wake up at 6. Oh, shoot me.
I had to write a junk-load of lesson plans and all this "enrichment" geared junk for my education class. Tomorrow Tiffany and I are going to the girls' group home for this same class. I am living and breathing school right now.
I finished my stuff up early so I could be home free today. I have been in Russelville pretty much all day. I am in love with these girls. They kill me. They are NOTHING like I was when I was 16/17. Let's see... when I was that age I was working at Dairy Queen, still going to Shiloh Baptist Church, and head over heels "in love" with James Jackson. That makes me look back and laugh now.
Evan and I were swimming yesterday. We decided to race swimming underwater. I cheated and tried to come up for a breath. Well, I hit my head on the lip on the side of the pool and now I have a lovely knot between my eyes. I'm so cool that it hurts.
I ate Mexican food tonight and I had an unexplainable craving for a margarita. I can't remember the last time that I drank alchohol and I know that I HATE anything with tequila in it. It was just odd. Oh well.
I am not a huge fan of this having to dress nicely to be a teacher thing. I hate it I hate it I hate it. Who says that I have to wear dress pants and a nice shirt and closed toed shoes to look respectable??? I just want to look like me. I feel so stuffy and old when I dress in my "teacherish" attire. I'm going to teach blind kids. They sure won't care what I look like.
My friend Channing tonight pulled a nice little joke on me. I had lost her number so I asked her for it again. She gave it to me and I entered it into my cell phone. No big deal. I went to call her at the designated time and no one answered. A few minutes later my phone rang from the number she had given me. I said "are you on your way here?" "On my way where?" "To eat with us at the Mexican place in Russelville." "Honey, what are you talking about?" Yeah. Channing definately gave me a made up number just to be funny. Not cool. I got her real number from Leah and called her. She was already laughing hysterically when I called her. She did it just to be mean. It was a good joke.
I realized today that I make NO sense as a Christian.
No matter what I wash my work clothes in they always smell like O'Charley's. That kind of sucks because the jeans I wear to work in are really, really cute.
I need to go to bed. I have to wake up at 6. Oh, shoot me.