Has anybody seen my hairbrush?

So our apartment is in that weird, half packed phase. You know, when just enough of your stuff is left unpacked that you can kind of live a normal life, but every once in a while you need something that you didn't think you'd need and it's already packed. It's a blast. Really. We can start moving into the house tomorrow, though, so that's very exciting!!!

I am so bored, la la lala

I still hate my job, but even that cannot stand next to the overwhelming joy that is FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY!!!!

I was talking to another teacher yesterday, and thinking about the questions on Martha's blog (haha, I can do it to, dotty.) and part of what depresses me so much about this place is taht I used to have so much JOY about teaching. Like gleefull I-love-my-job-even-when-I-hate-it-because-at-least-it's-never-boring joy. I dont' have that here. Which is largely because, as a survival mechanism, I just can't care. If I actually cared about these kids or this place (like I did first semester) I would have gone crazy (ok, crazier.) by now. No, really.

Without that personal investment, teaching is just another lame, boring, unfulfilling job like the rest of them. I might as well be flipping burgers. Ok, flipping burgers doesn't come with a dental plan, but still.

I"m whining again.

I swear my kids drive me closer to the edge every day. I actually looked up the symptoms for Generalized anxiety disorder yesterday to see if I could stay home on disability. Class started ten minutes ago, and most of them are just staring at the problems on the overhead that they're supposed to be doing. Several of thema re still arriving, and theirs a little girl who screams DOOR everytime someone's at the door, even though I have asked her repeatedly not to. Everytime I remind her that I don't need her to tell me, because the person will knock, she tells me "not to get smart" with her.

The rest of them are all lecturing me about how the calculators are out of batteries. These are the calculators, mind you, that they have stollen more than 10 of, so I no longer have enough to go around, anyway. They actually just told me I should go to 7-11 and buy some with my own money. HAHAHA.

another day in this messed up neighborhood. . .

So far this morning, I have had to send a kid back for a pass (the same kid I ALWAYS have to send back for a pass, and who always gives me the same lame story about how he can't get one) sent another kid out for a cleansweep (which she said she didn't get yesterday, which might be true because they've started using other peoples names) and had a parent come to my room and accuse me of basically failing her child out of spite. This is the same girl who yelled at me when she got her report card. And who periodocially just puts her head down and refuses to do her work. And who, frankly, can't really add. Needless to say, I printed out her grades and her mother stood down, but it put a real cramp in my morning.

The BIGGEST news is that our principal had a stroke and is in the hospital, he's allegedly doing ok, but I don't think you can tell this soon after a stroke, so who knows. There's no telling what the kids are going to be like, now.

Spring break is starting to wear off. This place is making me nuts, and I"m convinced it's making me fat.

aaah, Google does it again

I know we're all "have your own domain" snobs and all, but google continues to be the happiest place on earth, as far as I'm concerned. If you don't have gmail, btw, you NEED IT.

check this out

pages.google.com.

Here we go again . . .

Well, Spring Break is officially over. That's the bad news. The good news is, last night and this morning was the best I've felt in MONTHS. I haven't had to take a single ibuprofen or muscle relaxer in DAYS.

Todd and I spent the last couple of days just hanging out, it was really nice. Our periods where he's not working all the time, or at least thinking about work all the time, or in a different state are kind of few and far between, so I learn to really relish when I'm the center of his attention. But, then, I am kind of an attention whore (right, Trevor?). We had brunch on Saturday at our favorite restaraunt, and then spent like 4 hours running errands that were really non urgent, which I think is relaxing. We went to our friends house and made pizza, we watched the race, we got all caught up on the DVR. It was great.

My kids here are pretty much like I left them, grouchy, out of touch with how the rest of the world expects them to act in public, and full of 'tude. But that's ok. There's only seven weeks to go, and I can handle anything for seven weeks. Then, I am SO OUT OF HERE.

We are moving ONE WEEK FROM TOMORROW, and we have not packed a single box.

I'm baaaack....

So, I'm back from FL. My friends there just had a new baby (two months ago), a little girl to follow their little boy, and I went down to visit for part of my spring break. Some major observations:

1. I hate to travel

2. Plane sickness apparently can develop as you get older, like allergies

3. Three year old boys crossing their arms while sitting at the table is about the cutest thing ever.

4. Three year old little boys, especially ones who are happy all the time ARE the cutest thing ever.

5. Babies are cuter when they wear pink.

6. Even though I hate to travel, travelling to see people you love is totally worth it.

7. But I'm still glad to be home.

What's so good about it . . .

It's Good Friday, and I'm at work. Really, I know many of you are probably also at work, but one of the major advantages of teaching is SUPPOSED to be AUTOMATIC HOLIDAYS. Not only am I at work, but they pulled a bait and switch on the kids. Today was supposed to be a half day (for them, not us.) but because of a scheduling snafu, they made it a whole day. These are the same kids who cussed me out when they got their report cards yesterday. Literally. I can only hope most of them will stay home.

In good news, SPRING BREAK STARTS TOMORROW. I am going to Florida to see my new favorite 2 month old, and my old favorite almost three year old boy.

Also, I officially have a wedding date! Is that the type of thing you post on a blog? I guess not. Although, if you're reading this, you're probably invited so you'll know soon anyway.

Wish me luck.

Things I hate

I hate people who stop at red lights a FULL CARLENGTH behind the white line.

free shopping!

In case I haven't mentioned it, registering for the wedding online is the best time-killing device ever!

What a way to spend a Tuesday evening . . .

That's right, Todd and I went to the track tonight. There was testing at Richmond, and all the cool people were there. Jimmie, Jeff, Carl, Denny, Kurt, you get the idea. It was so much fun.

Wedding plans continue, we had to change the date again, hopefully this one will stick. Wish me luck.

wedding troubles

So, now that I've decided to get married in Six months rather than over a year, I'm running into some troubles finding reception sites. We were originally going to have the ceremony in the arboretum at Chapel Hill, but you can't have receptions there, and we're having trouble finding a reception site near there. I am looking into some other options, but the whole thing is fairly agravatting.

Hmph.

Do I LOOK like an office supply store to you?

I hung this sign on my door today.

While I know it may seem like it, this classroom is not a
Staples. Or an Office Max, or even Kroger. I do not have school
supplies at the ready to give out to every child who knocks on my door.
Furthermore, I am BUSY right now, TEACHING.

To answer your question
and spare you my ire, unless it is before school, after school, between classes,
or during lunch:

NO, I do not have a pencil.

NO, you
may not use my pencil sharpener.

NO, you may not use my
stapler.

NO, you may not use my hole
puncher.



And, for the record, you should be in
class, anyway.

click click click

So, eerytime I turn my head to the left, my neck clicks. And it hurts. I woke up like this yesterday, and It hasn't gone away. I went to the doctor, and she pretty much brushed me off and gave me a perscription for muscle relaxers. I went to the chirpractor, and she was awesome. She was really funny, anyway, and then she popped like every single vertabrae I have. She definitely was shocked by how out of whack my neck and shoulders were, and how tight. Everytime I moved, something on my body cracked. I tried to explain that my job was stressfull, and I am prearthritic due to previous "incidents".

It turns out, there's a tendon in my neck that is so tight it's popping when it moves. It's not gone yet, but hopefully it will be soon. At least the rest of my back feels good.

Yeah, I'm gonna go lay down.

Today is not a good day . . .

My stomach is upset, probably from too much coffee, I need to use the restroom, and I'm hungry. This would ordinarily be no big deal, because lunch is supposed to be any second now. EXCEPT, they just came on the intercom and said not to send our kids to lunch until "further notice" for the record, every single hall has gone to lunch already but mine, and what exactly does further notice mean???? They better shorten fourth period and not lunch. I mean it.

go Jimmie go

I went to the gym this morning. I hated it. I went on a long walk outside yesterday, I hated it less. Hopefully once we move and I live somewhere that I don't have to get int he car to go take a walk I will exercise more, because I hate the gym.

I'm watching the nascar race all by myself :( Todd's at work. It's his last weekend on a show this year, though, so that's good. Of course that means that we're only like 6 weeks away from when he goes to Ithaca for the summer, so that's bad.

I'm eating some Queso we had in the freezer. Todd makes REALLY good Queso, but if you ever refrigerated something spicy you kno wit only gets a lot MORE spicy. Same thing with the freezer, only worse. I'm cruising for some serious heart burn.