The fish are huddled together in a corner. I think a conspiracy is brewing… must make a mental note to keep an eye on Bender.
Tomorrow is the big move. As in I have to leave my pretty townhouse forever and live on campus with the concrete block walls. Our apartment is really not so bad, aside from the tinyness of it vs. our packratism. The hubby has boxes of turbo parts for his Honda. I have trash bags full of stuffed animals that I refuse (refuse) to get rid of. So we will see. We might be in better shape now thanks to Target. We spent nearly $200 on organizational items. Well, that and some yoga stuff. We’re attempting to exercise together. The theory is that our materialism will spur us on. Once again, we will see.
Alright, time to organize. Yay!
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I disagree that this ingenious work of art will ever get old, but I nonetheless submit to you some honorary snake trivia from our friends at mental-floss.
Also, get the word out and send that special someone a personalized message from Samuel L. Jackson encouraging them to go see the flick with you. I sent one to the hubby, and that has to be the funniest crap ever, simply because the options that you can select make it seem like Mr. Sam really sat down and recorded it for you.
I never get sick. Never. I mean, I’ll feel kinda bad, or maybe tired, but not SICK. Or so I thought. Tuesday and Wednesday proved otherwise. I do not recall having ever purged that much from my system in a 24-hour span. It was disgusting, and I was seriously beginning to wonder if I maybe had some sort of fatal disease and this was the cruel exit I would make from the world.
I have since recovered, minus a slight fatigue. Food has started digesting again, which is always good. Today I had tuna for lunch. If you can keep down tuna, you can keep down anything. My husband is now the sick one, so our roles have reversed. I tried my best to take care of him yesterday while I myself attempted to recover, but now he has gone off to LBL for RA training. Poor guy. I hope he is feeling better today. I probably won’t get to talk to him until Saturday, which bites, but maybe it is best that we kept our remnant bugs away from each other.
I hate it when old ghosts resurface. Even in passing. I’m just not one of those people who looks back on my life as a wonderful growing experience. I look back and think that the only good part of then is that I’m sure it plays some role in where I am now, which I would not trade for anything; however, I don’t have much fondness for the past, for myriad reasons. I hate running into people from high school that I kindaknewbutnotreally, because I don’t know whether to say hi or just turn around and avoid them. I could probably count on one hand the people from that life that I would actually talk to willingly. Maintaining friendships is not my forte, and that makes me unhappy enough without having to be reminded of it all the time. Some people just grow away. Others sever things bitterly. I tend to draw the bitterness out of people. That’s my fault, I suppose. I should come with a warning label or something: Best Used As Acquaintance — True Friendship Could Potentially Be Fatal.
Oh well. Looking forward, I guess.
Sometimes you look at your profession and wonder, what was I thinking? It isn’t that I feel unsuited to teaching; that’s not really it at all. It’s just… well, teaching is not immediately rewarding. Yes, you have kids who love you, and yes, you see kids making breakthroughs for the first time in their lives. But you also are continually weighed down by this cloud that is apathy. Kids who are smart, but don’t care. Kids who know what respect is, but think disrespect will garner a better laugh. Kids being kids, and screwing the whole damn thing up.
I look back at when I was in high school, and I don’t recall students acting the way ours do (I say “ours” because this is not a problem that is confined to my classroom — even the vets have their complaints). Was it the school I went to? The fact that I was in Honors classes? No. Even regular ed was better. The teachers? Maybe. But some of the teachers at my school are quality, and they fair no better.
Maybe it’s one of those things you adjust to. Over time, you learn to focus on the good rather than the bad, and that tips the scales. Maybe you wax the shell until it all rolls off of you.
For now, though, it stands at this: kids suck.
I love spending time in bookstores. A couple of days ago we were at BAM, and I looked in the fiction/lit section under G until I found Memoirs, then sat and read two chapters (which happened to be 14 and 15, since it is the same book I’m reading at home). The hubby was flipping through Sport Compact Car or something of the sort, and we just sat next to each other in the big pleathery chairs and read. The only downside was the ridiculously low temperature in the store, which my wonderful husband remedied with a hot white mocha. God bless coffee shops in bookstores. Side note: our Target will soon have a Starbucks in it. They are going to rule the world.
So I love to go there. Books-A-Million is better than Borders, simply because the atmosphere in BAM is a bit more “hey, come sit awhile.” The selection is about the same, so I shoot for comfort. BAM is where I discovered Mental_Floss, which is the best magazine ever. Read it. You’ll see.
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Week one of work is over. It wasn’t too bad. I think the first day was actually worse than the whole first week. Kids sometimes don’t do well in unstructured environments. Lesson learned. I’m reading this great book right now that a co-worker lent me called When Kids Can’t Read. It has all kinds of strategies for struggling readers, some of which sound really interesting and worth trying. I can’t believe I haven’t heard of them before, considering that, in theory, I am a trained educator who specializes in reading/language. Go figure.
I would like to buy some Chanel No. 5. Not because I’m particular to the scent. I’m not even entirely sure of what it smells like, actually. I just want to have some. Materialism.
It is crazy dark outside. I hear thunder rumbling off in the distance. Summer storms are oddly calming. This weather makes me want to curl up in a corner and finish reading Memoirs of a Geisha, which is fantastic, I might add. Maybe I’ll run a bath and read in there. I just washed my hands in hot water, and submerging myself sounds good.
The yearbook is going to be awesome. Thinking positive.
I wonder if the other fish pick on Bender…
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Nothing is worse than people talking about you behind your back. Except maybe having rabies. At least then I’d be too crazy to care.
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I like not paying tax. It is fun.
3 pairs pants + 3 shirts / $108 = Old Navy
Clothes that are shiny in a subtle way are good things. As are stripes. I know this is uninteresting, but give me a break; all my old clothes came out of a box. Not like a Christmas present package. An actual freakin’ Sam’s Club style turbo box. I scavenge.
Cream of mushroom for dinner. Let the good times roll.
1st. Planning. No home of my own, but lots of open arms. Small schools make me feel loved.
2nd. Good. Big, but good. Very quiet. Had some good laughs toward the end. Will like. I think.
3rd. Yearbook. Yay color! Excited the kids to no end. They are motivated. This makes life easier.
4th. Boo. Will find their noses in busy grammar at some point. Not as big. BUT. They talkatalkatalkatalk. <– Sullivan reference, from my Latin days. At least it’s at the end.
That’s the nutshell version.
The hubby is singing depressing songs on his guitar. Am asking him to switch to something a little more Disney. Sha-la-la-la-la-la don’t be shy…
