Let It Go

Sometimes you just gotta let it go. You have to choose sanity over stubborn pride.(yes, I just admitted I was stubborn, you may never see those words again) So, I'll say it- I quit,threw in the towel, said enough is enough. I am no quitter mind you- I will be miserable and stick it out. I am just stubborn enough that I will finish just to prove to myself that I can. Too bad that this trait can also drive me to madness. So I dropped one of my classes. I needed to have a life again. I needed to not take a class that I didn't need just because I had signed up for it. So tonight I came home instead of going to class until 10 pm and went for a run. A run! I haven't run in weeks because of my schedule. I did laundry! I cleaned my poor fish's bowl! Ah, the small joys in life.

In addition, for those who are interested, here are the answers to the second grade words:
limowseen: limousine
jrigs : drinks
toylit :toilet
epresate: appreciate
soshl stues: social studies
spogete: spaghetti
(this is a book title) Bunnicula metts egbra lincrow: Bunnicula meets Abraham Lincoln
engrideeinds: ingredients
osom :awesome
vendrile : Benedryl
pukks : pumpkins
broanw: brown
dusnat: does not
exersis: exercise

Preeettttyyyy.

I bought a Mac today. It is so pretty. And I actually like using it, it's not painful at ALL (ahem. I am looking at you microsoft word).

Toys are great.

Are You Smarter Then A Second Grader?

I hope so. So, I have been staring at either my computer screen or my plan book or various teaching manuals for 8 hours. 8. I think I may be going blind from the staring. My eyes hurt, I have a headache and I am realizing more and more every day just how cool I am (it's Saturday night people and I'm writing lesson plans, wow I am so cool, don't you wanna be my friend?).

But on to a funnier note (because there has got to be a bright note somewhere in here.) I have collected a list of my favorite spellings of the week. So I decided for fun I would post them and see if anyone can figure them out. Some are easy to decipher, but just funny. Some will leave you scratching your head. Heck people, this may be a weekly occurring post just because it makes me laugh. So, enjoy...

limowseen
jrigs
toylit
epresate
soshl stues
spogete
(this is a book title) Bunnicula metts egbra lincrow
engrideeinds
osom
vendrile
pukks
broanw
dusnat
exersis

Speaking of Sidearms...

So, I recently met a woman at a Starbucks from the great state of Tennessee. She was taking a break from the courthouse where her husband was being arraigned for bringing a LOADED gun (not sure why I felt the need to emphasize), into a museum in DC. Really? Really. I can understand why you may not know the permit/carry laws in each state...but I can't figure out why you thought you needed to bring your gun on vacation. To a place that recently had a museum shooting, and might just be the tiniest bit sensitive to you bringing a handgun. But hey, kudos on un-holstering and putting it on the x-ray belt before going through the metal detectors. I think your defense lawyer can definitely use that one.

What's the Point?

I went to a job fair today. And honestly, I don't get it. I have never been to one before so I printed out some resumes, threw on a suit and thought I would give it a shot. Annndddd....I don't get it. There were about 5-8 booths of people telling you just to go to the website to look for open jobs. When I asked about certain jobs, descriptions, work life etc. I got really quizzical looks and responses such as, "I don't really know, I am just a recruiter." No offense, but isn't it your job to know the answers to these types of questions? Really, I wasted a suit. And some paper. And $4 in parking.

That being said, at least the FBI recruiter took my resume, wrote something on it, and put it in a file. Not sure if that's good or bad but I'm pretty sure, I won't be allowed a sidearm.

All I Want...

Is to have a day to clean my house. A day to sit in bed and read a book. A day to sleep. I just want to sleep. I am exhausted and the only funny part about it is that I can hardly form a sentence, causing me to say funny things to my students. May I add that my day today involved a parent showing up at my classroom door at 4:45 tonight to chat. This was not a scheduled visit. Why on Earth do people think it is okay to show up, unannounced, to my job? Do I show up at your office, unannounced, well past your work hours, to discuss your child? No, I don't. You should not do it either. The kicker? Tomorrow is back to school night and none of the questions were so important that they could not wait until tomorrow. ugh.

Quote of The Week

Can't believe I forgot to post this last week and I was just retelling this story and I thought, "That's Funny, I should put it in the blog." So, I was discussing the famous Americans that we will be studying this year with my class. We get to Martin Luther King Jr. and I ask the children what they know about him. One of my students responds, "He helped save us from a second civil war which would have been way worse than the first one because we have advanced weaponry now." Um, I teach second grade. Where on earth did the kid come up with that sentence? Awesome.

Party Like A Grade School Teacher

Teachers are a strange breed of people. Maybe it is the fact that we spend all day being nice. Maybe it is the fact that we also say words like "potty" and phrases like "use your words" on a daily basis. Could possibly be that we have parents breathing down our necks constantly (some are CRAZY). Could also be that we spend our entire day in a room with loads of children asking us a zillion questions. Whatever the reason may be I tend to find that teachers are closet party people. I know parents want to believe that teachers go home and bake cookies (and some of us do) but we also know how to go out and have a good time. Believe me, some kids will drive you to need a drink on a Friday. So, I organized a happy hour on Friday. Not because my class is driving me to drink, they are actually pretty great so far. I thought it would be a good way to get to know some of my co-workers. I may have gotten more than I bargained for. It was a good time all in all, but one of my co-workers def. was hittin' the Sake bombs and gettin' her party on. It was actually kinda funny, but I will never be able to look at her the same at work. It's like finding out the Bruce Wayne is Batman, you can't look at him the same after he has revealed his secret side. Poor Becca got dragged out to witness all the glory that was happy hour. She also kindly helped smuggle me out of the bar when the same co-worker started to get a little pushy with the booze and insistent on bar hopping. So, I went home, be it a bit tipsy, and fell asleep on my couch at...10 pm. We tried to watch a movie, but there was no way I was gonna make it. Do I know how to party or what?

Back To School, Back To School...

I am exhausted. Could fall into bed and stay there for weeks type of exhausted. I forget how tired I am after the first day of school. I have been talking all.day.long. All day. My throat is already sore. It kind of makes me laugh a little because in general I think I talk a lot, but apparently not as much as I think I do. My students are going to be an interesting bunch this year. They range from cute and sweet as can be to extremely obnoxious and unable to follow a single instruction. Some hard days lay ahead I can see it already. Let the party begin.

Life, I miss you.

The past week has been a hot mess. Late nights at work and late nights in class, you have become my life. Have I seen the gym? no. Have I cooked a single bit of food in my kitchen? no. Have I spoken to anyone that I don't work with? Barely. (poor Becca was subjected to helping me in my classroom today). I am tired. My brain is chock full of way to much new information. My sleep schedule is all over the place. Did I mention that I was tired?

I really miss being a lady of leisure.