So, probably I am the biggest slacker the world has ever seen. I apologize that I haven't posted in so long. I would list some excuses, but none of them are very good so I don't think I will. But I have been in a bad mood lately so maybe it's better that I haven't written anything in awhile.
Remember how I used to love Sundays? And how I used to love going to church? Because it was my break from everything else? Well, I kind of dread Sundays now. For because I got called as a primary teacher. And maybe I acted like a total brat that whole day. Maybe I stomped around and even growled a little bit (or perhaps a lot). And probably I was as close as I could get to crying and/or screaming. And possibly I felt like breaking things. Because now I get to prepare a lesson for every day of the week and I get to be around kids that make me want to pull my hair out EVERY FREAKING DAY OF THE WEEK. Obviously not all of them make me feel that way. Some of them are really cute, but you know, there are still those few who, when I even think about having to be around them, make me want to curl up in the fetal position and sob. I have thought, and it has been pointed out, that one day I will probably have my own kids and I won't get a break from them. Only there is a difference, because those who have pointed it out to me mean it as in "you are getting good practice!" but I think of it as "I shouldn't have to do it NOW. These aren't my kids. I don't have to love them." Also, can I just say that there may be a few adults who I would like to strangle for having completely ruined their children. Like, really, if I ever get the chance I just might do it.
Here are the girls in my primary class. They all look like angels. Looks can be deceiving. I dare you to guess which one makes me really hate life.
Yesterday I made myself be more positive because Thursday was not a pleasant day. I really, really, really wanted to go home, and that was all I could think about. I kept wishing very hard that it would be December 23rd. That attitude on top of my Thursday schedule made for a not good day. So yesterday was much better. I actually wrote in my journal "Today I loved teaching AK." I don't think that has happened before. I usually dread AK more than anything. But we have 16 kids in there now. It does take a lot of energy to keep them under reasonable control, but it is so much more fun with so many of them.
Front to back: Kyran, Oscar, Derrick (they are definitely some of my favorites)
Coco. She's really quiet, but really smart. And she's one of the few that actually answers me when I say hi. She's really cute.
Jack and I. He wanted to make silly faces. Pretty epic photo if I do say so.
The other day I made playdough for our activity so that they could take it home. The blue was a little bit sticky. I turned around and the child who has had the biggest part in my dreading going to AK every day had squished it all over his hands and his desk. Mind you, he is seven and he knows better. I told him to go and wash it off and if he did it again I would take away his playdough and he couldn't keep it. Well, he went and washed his hands, came back, and squished it all over. I was like "okay, you don't get to keep the blue," and he was like "I don't want the blue!" Brat. Of course he wanted the blue, it's his favorite color of everything. When it was time to go home he was really mad at me because I wouldn't give him the blue playdough. Evil. Child.
But playdough was still really fun! I found a really awesome low salt recipe, so it was really smooth. It looked pretty. I kind of wanted to keep it all for myself...or eat it, but I refrained :)
Daniel
Immy
The other night I walked to the bakery with Kendra and Rachel and on our way home we walked past a pet shop. But not just any pet shop! This pet shop had bunnies and squirrels and raccoons! The squirrel was by the window and it kept licking the bars of its cage. I really want a pet raccoon now.
Awesome? Yes, I think so.
Remember how I used to love Sundays? And how I used to love going to church? Because it was my break from everything else? Well, I kind of dread Sundays now. For because I got called as a primary teacher. And maybe I acted like a total brat that whole day. Maybe I stomped around and even growled a little bit (or perhaps a lot). And probably I was as close as I could get to crying and/or screaming. And possibly I felt like breaking things. Because now I get to prepare a lesson for every day of the week and I get to be around kids that make me want to pull my hair out EVERY FREAKING DAY OF THE WEEK. Obviously not all of them make me feel that way. Some of them are really cute, but you know, there are still those few who, when I even think about having to be around them, make me want to curl up in the fetal position and sob. I have thought, and it has been pointed out, that one day I will probably have my own kids and I won't get a break from them. Only there is a difference, because those who have pointed it out to me mean it as in "you are getting good practice!" but I think of it as "I shouldn't have to do it NOW. These aren't my kids. I don't have to love them." Also, can I just say that there may be a few adults who I would like to strangle for having completely ruined their children. Like, really, if I ever get the chance I just might do it.
Here are the girls in my primary class. They all look like angels. Looks can be deceiving. I dare you to guess which one makes me really hate life.
Yesterday I made myself be more positive because Thursday was not a pleasant day. I really, really, really wanted to go home, and that was all I could think about. I kept wishing very hard that it would be December 23rd. That attitude on top of my Thursday schedule made for a not good day. So yesterday was much better. I actually wrote in my journal "Today I loved teaching AK." I don't think that has happened before. I usually dread AK more than anything. But we have 16 kids in there now. It does take a lot of energy to keep them under reasonable control, but it is so much more fun with so many of them.
Front to back: Kyran, Oscar, Derrick (they are definitely some of my favorites)
Coco. She's really quiet, but really smart. And she's one of the few that actually answers me when I say hi. She's really cute.
Jack and I. He wanted to make silly faces. Pretty epic photo if I do say so.
The other day I made playdough for our activity so that they could take it home. The blue was a little bit sticky. I turned around and the child who has had the biggest part in my dreading going to AK every day had squished it all over his hands and his desk. Mind you, he is seven and he knows better. I told him to go and wash it off and if he did it again I would take away his playdough and he couldn't keep it. Well, he went and washed his hands, came back, and squished it all over. I was like "okay, you don't get to keep the blue," and he was like "I don't want the blue!" Brat. Of course he wanted the blue, it's his favorite color of everything. When it was time to go home he was really mad at me because I wouldn't give him the blue playdough. Evil. Child.
But playdough was still really fun! I found a really awesome low salt recipe, so it was really smooth. It looked pretty. I kind of wanted to keep it all for myself...or eat it, but I refrained :)
Daniel
Immy
The other night I walked to the bakery with Kendra and Rachel and on our way home we walked past a pet shop. But not just any pet shop! This pet shop had bunnies and squirrels and raccoons! The squirrel was by the window and it kept licking the bars of its cage. I really want a pet raccoon now.
Awesome? Yes, I think so.
I hope things ease up for you sweetheart.I wish I could come up with something to say that would bring back what I thought was your eternal happiness but I guess I'm not very profound. Four months though, I think you can do that standing on your head. For a moment I was going to compare your situation to the military and remind you they have to do four years but it now occurs to me they at least get to reek havoc occasionally so I guess that wont help. Good luck and love you QT.
ReplyDeleteOh and if you cant have a rat out at the farm what makes you think you can have a raccoon?
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