Back to School... for now

These are my happies:

Apparently my sub was commendably cranky, and even my 2nd period hellions were glad to see me. Thanks, sub!

I got to hear the Days of the Week song (to the tune of Frere Jaques) sung in a 3-way round, and actually cried I was laughing so hard. It was the funniest thing I'd ever heard. Ever. And I lost it.

Considering the musical talents of my class, I'm considering assigning a music video for first year students.

Mystery Man made me dinner for the third (or fourth??) night in a row.

These are my sads:

My throat hurts pretty bad. It hurts to talk, yawn, swallow, or just sit there. Good thing I'm a teacher and actually never stop talking.

I was informed today that I will be attending a conference for first year teachers. The conference is tomorrow. I was at school until almost 6 p.m. writing sub plans (again). Skipping school is way more work that it's worth.

This is what I'm doing:

I'm drinking some tea. And thinking about my nana. Because no one throws a party like my nana's tea party.

Stuck in my head:

A Sunday School Song

You know the lions they can eat my body,
but they can't swallow my soul
no no
They keep on tryin' to crash my party,
but they can't take control

Sick Day #1

I woke up barfing.

I thought, 'It'll pass. I'll just get dressed and not eat or drink anything - that way I can't throw up! Brilliant!'

Then I couldn't really walk because I was so dizzy.

I went in anyway. Changed my mind. Made sub plans. Came home.

Still dizzy. No barfies anymore. Granted, I haven't eaten a heck of a lot.

And I'm feeling SO GUILTY. I could have made it! I didn't actually throw up after this morning, and I could have just sat down if I got dizzy. Second period is going to eat the poor sub alive because they're heinous twits. No one's going to learn anything and we'll all be behind. Even though I've had three kids out with the flu, that doesn't mean I have it too. I'm just weak. And lazy.

So that's sick day #1. I'm hoping to read A Thousand Splendid Suns or do something productive for school or something. Bah.

The up side: I called Mystery Man to see if I could watch TV on his couch while he's at work (we don't have a tv), and I not only got the TV, but a fuzzy bathrobe and a can of soup with my name on it (literally). Swoony sigh.

BIG NEWS!

David Bisbal got a haircut!

Before:


After:



Sigh. I once aspired to be a bikini dancer for Senor Bisbal (a la Oye el Boom), but alas! The dying dreams of youth!

And if you're into it, you should watch the entire Torre de Babel (reggaeton mix) video if only for his expression at the very end. I know he has fans reading this blog - you know who you are, Christina.

Oh, children.

That's what I say when they're being naughty. "Oh, children." Because they're acting like children.

Yesterday I had two students acting out a skit while I read it. I promise the skit was perfectly innocuous. They don't KNOW enough Spanish for anything else. But the male actor decided to make an inappropriate gesture. The entire class erupted in someone-just-did-something-related-to-sex laughter. To be honest, I was putting my camera down and missed it altogether. I pretended. I asked the actors to sit down and walked to the front. Sadly and seriously I said, "Class?" They responded (as I'm trying to train them), "Si." I said, "Raise your right hand. Now, repeat after me: I solomnly swear.... I will always.... be appropriate.... in Spanish class.... because I like my teacher.... and I do not want.... her to die of shame... because she is very impressionable."

It seemed to work for now. I got a panicked and heartfelt apology after class.

Then, to make the Thursday complete, we had open house. So I was at work for 13 hours, the final 3 fielding questions like, "This is your first year teaching, isn't it sweetie?"

Welcome, Hosea Bruce!

You have been eagerly awaited and much prayed for from around the world. Your parents are amazing and you are surprisingly good-looking for a newborn. Hurray!

Week One

Sorry this wasn't posted sooner - blogger was not cooperating.

Week One was fabulous.

Fabulous.

I love teaching. My students are mostly just really fun and excited (which may change in a week or two), and I genuinely enjoy teaching them! Hurray!

I'm absolutely exhausted, though. Every day I've come home about to collapse and famished. That first night I came home and cried myself to sleep - not for sadness, just because I was so tired and emotional. It's been better since.

I'm off to a retreat now, so I'll post more later.

Ack!

It's the first day of school! I've been dreaming about this day!

(well, nightmares, anyway)

I'm off in my new dress to form young minds. 150 of them. I'll let you know how it goes. Hopefully I don't fall down dead from exhaustion (my body woke up at 2:08 a.m. and stayed mostly awake for 3 hours), vomit, or cry.

Little girl, I say to you, get up.

I believe that prayer is effective. I believe that God always hears, always answers, always moves in the hearts of his children. Sometimes God Speaks.

Maybe he always speaks, and only sometimes I hear.

Sometimes his voice is so loud and unexpectedly clear that I'm startled. Overwhelmed. Convicted. Revived from a stupor.