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| ohh... the beginnings of year two. i've noticed that i seem to get less and less funny as the day goes on. i just dont understand! my first few periods think i'm hilarious, but my sixth definitely thinks otherwise. it's quite dismal. I crack joke after joke after joke, and i only hear crickets. maybe i just need to step up my game ...
i think i'm going to step up game  ps- have i mentioned that i've completely forgotten just how exhausing playing "court jester" can get? i guess i'm back to 10pm bedtimes ... | | |
| something happened today that I never thought i'd be able to do now that i'm in the middle school setting. that special something is the ability to ... produce tears. Oh, believe me, i've gotten close. usually though, when i'd see the tears start to build and the bottom lip start to quiver, the sympathetic side of me would hurry and say something uplifting and happy so that the waterworks would cease. i think summer school has hardened my heart though. i've dealt with kids who give me more attitude than i ever thought imaginable, i've heard more curse words these past 4 weeks than all of last year combined, i have put up with an insurmountable amount of laziness, disinterest, and indolence. UGH. so first period, i made one of my girls cry. then second period, i made one of my boys cry. oh no, not just once, but THREE TIMES. i. win. (hint the sarcasm).
but on a real note, does anyone know how to motivate teenagers who could honestly care less? all of my ideas have been shot down. :( | | |
| apparently, shiny red apples aren't the traditional gift to give anymore - my collection of 8x10 11 yr olds are growing by the minute! glossy or matte, i've got them all. happy holidays. its 70 degrees and sunny here. i want snow! | | |
| i can't believe that i can finally call myself a teacher. i have no one to take directions from, and a classroom to call my own. :) i am one week into the profession, and so far, i love it! :) i think i'll go back next week :) let me just say one thing though: teaching middle schoolers is definitely different than teaching the little ones. i can't believe that i'm saying this, but i may actually like middle school better! one thing that i've noticed though -- i dont konw if it's just the school i'm at, or the particular kids that i see every day -- but it seems as though not a single child is going through their "dark ages". I remember for me, middle school was def one of the times in my life that i'd like to forget. i had the huge glasses, braces, and tapered jeans that i always grew out of within weeks of buying them (but would be stuck wearing them for at least a year). But, my children now are so well groomed! They have those fancy invisiline braces that no one can see, and clothes that I can't even afford to buy. oh, how the times have changed. one thing that i still can't seem to wrap my head around is the fact that my kids are more famous than i am. working in such an entertainment centered city has exposed me to another aspect of teaching that i never would have encountered in MI. just in my classes alone, i have a few kids that are starring in the newest pilots for ABC. they are absent for days at a time, working on set and learning from the production company's private tutors. On the days that they are not acting, they come back to me. aside from those regular absentees, i also have kids who are randomly absent for a few hours during the day because they are out auditioning for commercials and tv shows. i try not to act all star struck around them, but sometimes i cant help myself. their stories of who they meet and what it's like on set can be so interesting. i feel as though i am re-living my dark ages vicariously through them. all in all though, life is good :) even though i miss my friends amd fam like crazy, i'm glad that i decided to make the big move. i may be poor because of the meager pay and high cost of living, but i'm loving the non-humidity and sunshine | | |
| STICK A FREAKING FORK IN ME, I'M DONE  (and now comes the hard part) | | |
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