BEAST MOM

Today I student asked me if she could come in for lunch to make her mother a card for Valentine's Day. Soon I had a trio working on cards. She sat working diligently when I said, "May I see your card?" "Of course!" she says. It read:

B E A S T M O M

For a split second I thought, "Wouldn't this be a hilarious memory?" "No," I had to tell myself. I corrected her and we all had a good laugh.

Cat Poisons

Educate yourself, I'm sure the same goes for pups

Traumatized Much?

For down time, which I have very little of, I read. I re-read one of my most favorite books called Lakota Woman. This book is a must read! I went through all the emotions all over again, which I didn't think was possible because I had previously read it.

It's a great autobiography of a "mixed Indian" named Mary Crow dog. She tells of her life on the Sioux reservation, the American Indian Movement, and the hardships that go along with life. A great read, I highly recommend it.

On another note, I'm currently reading Kite Runner. This tragedy started off on a wonderful note, but turned sour. It isn't a horrible book, just traumatizing. I don't want to spoil anything, but have tissues and a shoulder to cry on hand when reading. I'm not even half way through the book and I get misty eyed. I stopped after I noticed I was literally forcing myself to turn the pages. My poor husband has been patiently sitting through my Kite Runner discussions every morning to work. I find I have been arguing with myself during these discussions.

Awesome-est Birthday Ever!

I had the best super duper birthday ever! I wasn't too enthused about turning the ripe old age of 3-0, but my wonderful husband managed to intercept my nervous breakdown.

You see, it's really hard for someone to get a year older, but when the said person has students saying 21 is "old," you're in trouble. I didn't get much sympathy from my kids. They wanted to throw me a "party" (I use this word lightly) and I nixed that plan quickly. Last Christmas I had 10 pounds of junk food and chocolate (not junk) I had to give away, but I think I was used for an excuse to bring candy to school.

Side note: One of the worst holidays as a teacher is Valentine's day.
Candy + twitterpated kids = awful day full o' drama

Anyway, I had a great birthday. My husband orchestrated the entire event. He's not the most organized person, but this was fantastic planning. He and my parents took care of food, games, and my extended family was there. There was even a pinata. This was the best birthday ever. I sat across from my aunt and we laughed and laughed till I thought I would rupture my spleen.

I love my brand new shiny husband.

Another Year, Another Year Wiser

That's what they say. It's true. I feel that this past year was a year of growing with new experiences. I'm not looking forward to growing older though. I was proud of the fact that I could say, "I'm still young and learning." I can now only say, "I'm learning."

Sure the big 3-0 is supposed to be the new 20, but that just sounds silly, like someone patting you on the head saying, "There, there." I don't feel that way. I've heard it all goes down hill from here. Things drop, ache, and stretch, things you never knew could. I'm not really looking forward to it. I'm already yearning for my twenties.

Listen to me, I sound like a 30 year old already.

A student put it best, "Look on the bright side, at least your not super old, like 32!"
"Thanks," I said, "A motivational speaker, you are not. Good try though."

Urgle, Gurgle

I have a case of the grumps today. I believe that I handle stress quite well for someone with a lot going on, but this time is just plain ridiculous. I just figured out, about two weeks ago, that I have been working about 10 hours a day. Literally. I was wondering why I was so tired and eager to lay down with a great book every evening. After sleeping, I've never felt fully rested.

My kids always ask me, "Miss C, why don't you have any children?" To which I reply, "I do have children, all of you." (They think I'm joking, I'M NOT)

I'm beginning to wonder if this is necessary. I feel, as a teacher, I have so much I want to share...but there just isn't enough time in one day.

It's true when people say teachers wear many hats. I've been: the mother, the disciplinarian, the cheerleader, the motivational speaker, the shoulder to cry on, the IT tech, the "oopsie" fixer, the grammar patrol, and the learner -all in one week.

I'm looking forward to the three day break this weekend! :)