Ryan texts me this when he's stressed. This is how I feel.
I stayed for a few hours after work to get some stuff done. On my way out, my principal told me there's a meeting after school tomorrow at the district office for Title I teachers that I need to attend. Apparently I'm a Title I teacher. Who knew? So I have this meeting tomorrow, and I'm going to have to present at some event called Curriculum Night on Tuesday. My principal doesn't even know what it is. I'll find out tomorrow, and I'll have to put together the presentation this weekend. There will be parents and administrators there. I have to say, there is one administrator I am not looking forward to seeing. Ugh.
There was one nice thing about my conversation with my principal. She asked what happened during that meeting with the sup the other day. I told her as matter-of-factly as possible, trying to keep my opinion out of it. She was speechless and finally said she would keep her opinion to herself, but clearly took my side. I know I can't trust her, but it's nice to know that she recognizes the craziness. She also stopped in my classroom earlier to tell me she appreciated my help during the fire drill today. (I didn't have a class, so I just went where I thought I was needed.) I'm glad she seems to like me.
Last night Ryan came over and hung out for a while. He brings out the worst in me. Like when he was doing something that annoyed me, and I told him to stop or I'd throw out his huge bakery cookie, and he said I was too nice to do it, so I did it. Or when he was leaving, and we were arguing, so I tried to slam the door in his face, but I caught my hand in it and now, a day later, it's still swollen and a huge nasty bruise is forming. Lovely. He texted this morning to see how I was. I told him it was bad, he told me not to slam doors, and I told him that meant he'd have to stop pissing me off so much, and he agreed. We'll see how long that lasts.
So anyway, I pretty much feel like I can't breathe because I have 5000 things going on at once and stuff just keeps getting added to that list.
It just gets worse.
You know how my district is currently on a pay freeze while our union negotiates our next contract? Well, I heard a rumor today that it might last for the next two years. Our contract expired in June, but they couldn't come to an agreement. So it was decided that meetings would resume in September, and we would take a pay freeze until then. I wasn't worried at first. I figured the nice $8,000 raise I'm due for would kick in in like, October. (I have my masters + 18 now, which puts me in a new column on the salary schedule.) And that retroactive pay would be nice; they would be forcing me to save my money.
If I don't get my raise, I am so screwed. I was counting on that money. I am so done with this district.
My friend had a great idea for how I should handle being late to practicum. She asked how many sick days I have left, then suggested that I take a half day every week so I can make it to practicum on time. If I'm leaving the district anyway, who cares what they think? Make them pay for a sub since they are so unwilling to help me out. I am entitled to those days. But I'd feel guilty doing that. I want to leave on good terms. It is, however, tempting.
You know what else happened today? After a crappy day at work, I met my trainer for a session at a nearby park. She kicked my butt and it was awesome. But then I had to run home, shower, and make dinner because Ryan was supposed to come over. I invited him over for dinner tonight because I knew I wouldn't be motivated to cook unless I was cooking for someone. Well, 5 minutes before he was supposed to get here, he texted to say he was stuck at work finishing a presentation. He's now at home, still working. And actually, I'm still working too. I just took a little break to complain here on my blog. So I'm mad that I wasted all that time on dinner when I could've been getting stuff done. I just wish he'd called sooner.
I better get back to work. I have a million things to do and I don't know how they're going to get done. I already feel like I can't breathe, and it's only September.
If I don't get my raise, I am so screwed. I was counting on that money. I am so done with this district.
My friend had a great idea for how I should handle being late to practicum. She asked how many sick days I have left, then suggested that I take a half day every week so I can make it to practicum on time. If I'm leaving the district anyway, who cares what they think? Make them pay for a sub since they are so unwilling to help me out. I am entitled to those days. But I'd feel guilty doing that. I want to leave on good terms. It is, however, tempting.
You know what else happened today? After a crappy day at work, I met my trainer for a session at a nearby park. She kicked my butt and it was awesome. But then I had to run home, shower, and make dinner because Ryan was supposed to come over. I invited him over for dinner tonight because I knew I wouldn't be motivated to cook unless I was cooking for someone. Well, 5 minutes before he was supposed to get here, he texted to say he was stuck at work finishing a presentation. He's now at home, still working. And actually, I'm still working too. I just took a little break to complain here on my blog. So I'm mad that I wasted all that time on dinner when I could've been getting stuff done. I just wish he'd called sooner.
I better get back to work. I have a million things to do and I don't know how they're going to get done. I already feel like I can't breathe, and it's only September.
I'm done.
For a while now, I've planned on this being my last year in my district. Today was the last straw.
I am now at the part of my grad program where I do practicum, and there has been all sorts of drama. I won't go into detail because it's not interesting, but half of the problem was Concordia being disorganized. But basically it comes down to the fact that I can't make it to practicum on time. So, the day before practicum started last week, my professor emailed me and suggested that I just do practicum at my own school. This seemed like the perfect solution to me because I'm very independent. I don't want to do things with everyone else; just tell me what to do and I'll run with it.
My principal was enthusiastic about the idea and didn't seem to think it was a big deal, even when I mentioned that the sessions would have to be videotaped. Almost as an afterthought, she mentioned that I'd just need to get final approval from the assistant superintendent. So I set up a meeting.
Now, I am not a fan of our administration. These women are apparently all in the same sorority (I don't know the details), and they are very fake. They are obsessed with appearances and pretending to be professional and seem to ignore the important stuff. They are all about putting on this big show and ignoring the problems we have. Every time I see someone from the district office, they make me feel like an idiot. So I was dreading the meeting today. I made sure I was prepared. I forgot my syllabus (I was so mad at myself for that!), but I had a letter to parents that I had typed, explaining the program, and the consent form that Concordia gave me, modified to include the part about videotaping.
When the assistant superintendent asked me about what I wanted to do, I barely got a sentence out before she looked at my papers and interrupted me. (This is how it always is; she interrupts, I get all flustered; she belittles me, I turn bright red and don't know what to say.) She flipped out because the papers weren't printed on Concordia letterhead. She went on and on about how unprofessional it was that I would show up with papers I'd just printed off my computer, and she couldn't even take this to the superintendent until I fixed that and basically implied that I was wasting her time. This was without her knowing anything about what I wanted to do. I tried to explain that the consent form was what Concordia had given me (none of the documents they gave me were on their letterhead), but it seemed like she didn't believe me. She was very condescending. Then, when she found out the part about students being videotaped, she really freaked out. She acted like I was a complete idiot who doesn't understand the legalities involved with that. (Guess what- I do.) Then she said that our superintendent is very protective of our children and very rarely allows anyone to videotape them. Apparently, if I want to videotape, it will have to go before the school board for approval, and they will most likely not approve it. How ridiculous is that?
So I emailed my professor and still haven't heard back. I don't know what I'm going to do. If I do practicum with the rest of my class, I'm a week behind, there are no students for me to work with, and I will be at least 20 minutes late to every session. I'm so screwed. The funny part is that all this stuff I have to do for practicum is actually part of my job. I have several free periods during the week, so starting tomorrow I'll be pulling small groups of third graders and assessing them and coming up with remediation strategies for them. Too bad that doesn't count.
But I am just so sick of my district and how pretentious and fake everyone is. I know that no district is perfect, and I don't expect that. But I do expect some kindness and respect. That woman made me feel like a little kid who had done something wrong today, even though I hadn't. I desperately miss my old principal, who is a genuinely good person. I loved working for her, and I could almost ignore who she worked for. But this is just too much. I'm done. I know it's silly, because I'm up for tenure at the end of this year, but I don't want it. I don't want to get sucked in and spend the rest of my career in this insane little district. To quote Zoolander, I feel like I'm taking crazy pills every time I hear our administrators talk.
I don't know how I'm going to get up and go to work tomorrow and deal with more of this. I love the kids, and I love teaching reading. That will get me through the year. But I can't take much more of this. Next year is going to bring some big changes.
I am now at the part of my grad program where I do practicum, and there has been all sorts of drama. I won't go into detail because it's not interesting, but half of the problem was Concordia being disorganized. But basically it comes down to the fact that I can't make it to practicum on time. So, the day before practicum started last week, my professor emailed me and suggested that I just do practicum at my own school. This seemed like the perfect solution to me because I'm very independent. I don't want to do things with everyone else; just tell me what to do and I'll run with it.
My principal was enthusiastic about the idea and didn't seem to think it was a big deal, even when I mentioned that the sessions would have to be videotaped. Almost as an afterthought, she mentioned that I'd just need to get final approval from the assistant superintendent. So I set up a meeting.
Now, I am not a fan of our administration. These women are apparently all in the same sorority (I don't know the details), and they are very fake. They are obsessed with appearances and pretending to be professional and seem to ignore the important stuff. They are all about putting on this big show and ignoring the problems we have. Every time I see someone from the district office, they make me feel like an idiot. So I was dreading the meeting today. I made sure I was prepared. I forgot my syllabus (I was so mad at myself for that!), but I had a letter to parents that I had typed, explaining the program, and the consent form that Concordia gave me, modified to include the part about videotaping.
When the assistant superintendent asked me about what I wanted to do, I barely got a sentence out before she looked at my papers and interrupted me. (This is how it always is; she interrupts, I get all flustered; she belittles me, I turn bright red and don't know what to say.) She flipped out because the papers weren't printed on Concordia letterhead. She went on and on about how unprofessional it was that I would show up with papers I'd just printed off my computer, and she couldn't even take this to the superintendent until I fixed that and basically implied that I was wasting her time. This was without her knowing anything about what I wanted to do. I tried to explain that the consent form was what Concordia had given me (none of the documents they gave me were on their letterhead), but it seemed like she didn't believe me. She was very condescending. Then, when she found out the part about students being videotaped, she really freaked out. She acted like I was a complete idiot who doesn't understand the legalities involved with that. (Guess what- I do.) Then she said that our superintendent is very protective of our children and very rarely allows anyone to videotape them. Apparently, if I want to videotape, it will have to go before the school board for approval, and they will most likely not approve it. How ridiculous is that?
So I emailed my professor and still haven't heard back. I don't know what I'm going to do. If I do practicum with the rest of my class, I'm a week behind, there are no students for me to work with, and I will be at least 20 minutes late to every session. I'm so screwed. The funny part is that all this stuff I have to do for practicum is actually part of my job. I have several free periods during the week, so starting tomorrow I'll be pulling small groups of third graders and assessing them and coming up with remediation strategies for them. Too bad that doesn't count.
But I am just so sick of my district and how pretentious and fake everyone is. I know that no district is perfect, and I don't expect that. But I do expect some kindness and respect. That woman made me feel like a little kid who had done something wrong today, even though I hadn't. I desperately miss my old principal, who is a genuinely good person. I loved working for her, and I could almost ignore who she worked for. But this is just too much. I'm done. I know it's silly, because I'm up for tenure at the end of this year, but I don't want it. I don't want to get sucked in and spend the rest of my career in this insane little district. To quote Zoolander, I feel like I'm taking crazy pills every time I hear our administrators talk.
I don't know how I'm going to get up and go to work tomorrow and deal with more of this. I love the kids, and I love teaching reading. That will get me through the year. But I can't take much more of this. Next year is going to bring some big changes.
Game Night
Kelly and I hosted a Game Night last night.(Sketch by Whitney.)
We played Uno first.
(Still life by Whitney.)
Noreen, me, and Ryan looking at Porn For Women.
Then there was a huge game of Catch Phrase. I counted at one point- 17 people were playing. Lots of fun.
(Awkward pic- Ryan didn't want his picture taken.)
Good times, good times.
We played Uno first.(Still life by Whitney.)
Noreen, me, and Ryan looking at Porn For Women.
Then there was a huge game of Catch Phrase. I counted at one point- 17 people were playing. Lots of fun.
(Awkward pic- Ryan didn't want his picture taken.)Good times, good times.
Bad Haircut
I got a bad haircut, and now I don't want to leave my house. It's kind of like a Carol Brady mullet. I don't know what to do to make it better. What sucks is that my guy always does such a great job with my hair, and I always tell him to just do whatever he wants. Yesterday I brought in a picture of what I wanted (shoulder length, graduated layers that frame the face) and I ended up with this craziness.
Maybe I'll go to Target and look for a cute hat I can wear to the Game Night I'm hosting tonight.
Maybe I'll go to Target and look for a cute hat I can wear to the Game Night I'm hosting tonight.
Favorite Scripture
Isaiah 40:27-29
Why do you say, O Jacob, and complain, O Israel, "My way is hidden from the Lord; my cause is disregarded by my God?"
Do you not know? Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.
I just emailed this passage to a friend who's going through a difficult time. I really love these verses. There was one time a few years ago when I was going through a lot. One night I just randomly opened my Bible to Isaiah 40 and knew that was exactly what God wanted me to be hearing. The part I really like is "His understand no one can fathom." God totally gets what we're going through, no matter what it is. I'm so thankful for the reassurance these verses bring.
Why do you say, O Jacob, and complain, O Israel, "My way is hidden from the Lord; my cause is disregarded by my God?"
Do you not know? Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.
I just emailed this passage to a friend who's going through a difficult time. I really love these verses. There was one time a few years ago when I was going through a lot. One night I just randomly opened my Bible to Isaiah 40 and knew that was exactly what God wanted me to be hearing. The part I really like is "His understand no one can fathom." God totally gets what we're going through, no matter what it is. I'm so thankful for the reassurance these verses bring.
Apples
Another great weekend. Ryan was out of town this weekend, so I was responsible and didn't drink or stay out late. Friday night I just stayed in and played Wii. I am getting good at bowling. Ryan should be worried. I told him he better put directions to Sonic in his GPS, because he'll be headed there very soon to get me a cherry limeade.
Saturday morning I headed out to an apple orchard in DeKalb with my mom and Nancy. We go every year, which is funny because Nancy's allergic to apples. This year we didn't even pick the apples. We just went in the store, bought some apples and baked goods (mmmm, apple donuts), and headed to the outlet mall. Nancy and I got a little out of control. We know we shouldn't shop together, but we just can't help it. My mom said our spending was painful to watch. Oops. We ended the day with cherry limeades at Sonic.
I spent Saturday evening making this:
It was for Ryan. Not sure why... I guess because he helped with my bike, and has gone on and on about how much he loves apple-flavored things. And I wanted to try apple pie again, since the last time I made it, things almost went horribly wrong. This time I did it all on my own, and it wasn't a failure. I'm going to try apple crisp next week.
Sunday morning I went to church, then met Stephanie at the Renegade Craft Fair. Surprisingly, it was not as awesome as I'd hoped. A lot of the stuff looked the same. I didn't buy anything, and I was hoping to get some Christmas shopping done. But Steph and I had fun hanging out, so that was cool. Ryan texted while on the train on the way home from the airport and invited me over to watch football, so that was how I ended my weekend. And yes, it was completely platonic.
And now I'm back to another crazy week. I'm doing "Down By the Bay" with the kindergarteners this week, and it's a huge hit. Although they can't hear rhymes, so the lesson is kind of failing. Oh well. They will hear it eventually. I just need to keep working on phonemic awareness!
Saturday morning I headed out to an apple orchard in DeKalb with my mom and Nancy. We go every year, which is funny because Nancy's allergic to apples. This year we didn't even pick the apples. We just went in the store, bought some apples and baked goods (mmmm, apple donuts), and headed to the outlet mall. Nancy and I got a little out of control. We know we shouldn't shop together, but we just can't help it. My mom said our spending was painful to watch. Oops. We ended the day with cherry limeades at Sonic.
I spent Saturday evening making this:
It was for Ryan. Not sure why... I guess because he helped with my bike, and has gone on and on about how much he loves apple-flavored things. And I wanted to try apple pie again, since the last time I made it, things almost went horribly wrong. This time I did it all on my own, and it wasn't a failure. I'm going to try apple crisp next week.
Sunday morning I went to church, then met Stephanie at the Renegade Craft Fair. Surprisingly, it was not as awesome as I'd hoped. A lot of the stuff looked the same. I didn't buy anything, and I was hoping to get some Christmas shopping done. But Steph and I had fun hanging out, so that was cool. Ryan texted while on the train on the way home from the airport and invited me over to watch football, so that was how I ended my weekend. And yes, it was completely platonic.
And now I'm back to another crazy week. I'm doing "Down By the Bay" with the kindergarteners this week, and it's a huge hit. Although they can't hear rhymes, so the lesson is kind of failing. Oh well. They will hear it eventually. I just need to keep working on phonemic awareness!
Pre-K
The Pre-K kids scare me, but they also crack me up. Today I read them Stellaluna, a story about a bat. I held up the book with the bat on the front and asked, "Does anyone know what kind of animal this is?" One boy yelled, "A tiger!" and everyone agreed. I said, "No... why don't we try again?" And another boy said, "A goat?"
After reading Stellaluna, we attempted to play "Bat, Bat, Bird" (Duck, Duck, Goose). It was hilarious to watch them trying to figure it out.
When they lined up to leave, a little girl told me I could come to her birthday party. Awesome.
This is the best part of my new position- working with all different grade levels. Other than that, I really miss my old school. I went out to dinner with some friends from my old school, and we talke for 2 and a half hours. I miss them so much! They've been in the district longer than I have and agreed with my conclusion that my new school is very clique-ey. I thought it was my imagination, but it's not. They also told me about how most of the women there are back-stabbers; they get you to talk about stuff, then they tell the principal because they all want to be BFFs with her. The problem is, she's no one's friend. She's hilarious and seems nice at staff meetings and stuff, but one-on-one, I feel like she's very critical. I'm going to have to keep my mouth closed and just keep to myself at this school, which is hard for me to do. If I have to go somewhere every day, I want to be friends with the people I work with. But at least I have friends in the district I can talk to.
After reading Stellaluna, we attempted to play "Bat, Bat, Bird" (Duck, Duck, Goose). It was hilarious to watch them trying to figure it out.
When they lined up to leave, a little girl told me I could come to her birthday party. Awesome.
This is the best part of my new position- working with all different grade levels. Other than that, I really miss my old school. I went out to dinner with some friends from my old school, and we talke for 2 and a half hours. I miss them so much! They've been in the district longer than I have and agreed with my conclusion that my new school is very clique-ey. I thought it was my imagination, but it's not. They also told me about how most of the women there are back-stabbers; they get you to talk about stuff, then they tell the principal because they all want to be BFFs with her. The problem is, she's no one's friend. She's hilarious and seems nice at staff meetings and stuff, but one-on-one, I feel like she's very critical. I'm going to have to keep my mouth closed and just keep to myself at this school, which is hard for me to do. If I have to go somewhere every day, I want to be friends with the people I work with. But at least I have friends in the district I can talk to.
What's in a Name?
Teachers in urban areas often have conversations about the outrageous names they encounter. Today one of my coworkers told the story of a girl named La-a. The teacher was puzzled and thought it must be pronounced "Laya." When she asked the mom, the mom replied that her name was "Ladasha. The dash don't be silent."
I Don't Want To Go To Work Tomorrow...
I got to do almost everything I wanted this weekend.
Friday I was tired (since I started my weekend the night before at Simone's), so I went over to Ryan's and we watched Empire Records, one of the best movies ever.
Saturday I sang at my friend's wedding. I was so glad I got to do the Schubert Ave Maria among other things. It was a beautiful ceremony in a gorgeous church, and I loved every minute of it.
Saturday night got a little crazy. It started out with me and Ryan at the Sixteen Candles show at Bash on Wabash. Lots of fun. Then we went to a bar, where I surpassed the amount of beers I should've had. Then we went to this crazy house party with Stephanie, where there was a bit of drama with Ryan. Specifically, he got mad that I am a drama queen. We went back to his apartment (after he almost left me there) and he very calmly pointed out my character flaws. I was upset. He was right, but it still sucked. There was a lot of conversation and stuff, and I didn't get home till 5.
So Sunday I was deep into my shame spiral. I emailed Ryan, apologizing for my drama, which was probably a stupid idea. I don't think he's even read it yet. But he texted me that morning and wanted to hang out last night, so I knew he couldn't be really mad at me. I went hiking down at Matthiessen State Park by myself, which was good for me. I felt better when I was done. Then I met my fabulous friend Sarah for dinner at Flat Top Grill, where they messed up my order twice, so I got a free dinner.
On the way to dinner, I stopped at Target and bought the Wii. I've been wanting one for so long. So then Ryan came over to play, and we played Mario 3 and drank KoolAid and fought like brother and sister. (My brother and I always fought over who got to play what level.) It was lots of fun.
This morning I met my friend Kelly for a delicious breakfast at Julius Meinl. We decided to have a game night! I'm so excited because I love to throw parties, but my apartment definitely is not meant for entertaining. So it will be at Kelly's, but we're doing it together. I can't wait to play Catch Phrase!
On the way to breakfast I talked to Jacob on the phone. He called to tell me that his teacher emailed his mom to say that in her 15 years of teaching, Jacob is the most polite student she has ever met. I'm so proud! His parents are raising him right. He also wrote a story that she said was "phenomenal." I asked what it was about, and he said, "A soccer player." What happens to the soccer player? "He breaks his leg." What does he do then? How does it end? "He has to tell his coach." So cute.
My parents came over this afternoon to finish putting together my bike. There was lots of cursing, but it got done. I was so excited to head out to a forest preserve and ride. Well, it did not go as planned.
First of all, I learned to look a map first. Closely. I glanced at one, but I didn't notice that the trail I was taking turned into another trail that went on forever. So I rode 7.5 miles in one direction. Not a big deal, but finally I decided to turn around and head back. About 2 minutes into my ride back, my chain fell off. I couldn't get it back on, so I started walking. It was over a half hour before a nice man stopped and helped me get it back on. I rode for a little while longer, and then my pedal fell off. I didn't have a wrench, so I had to walk the rest of the way back. Nancy said I should give my dad a hard time for my bike falling apart like that, but I was the one who put on the pedals. I kinda do suck at life. But other than that, I had a really fun weekend. I SO do not want to go to work tomorrow. Especially because it's Back To School Night, which means I'll be there for 13 hours. But next weekend will be fabulous- apple-picking and outlet shopping with my mom and Nancy, baking apple pies, and the Renegade Craft Fair. I have much to look forward to!
Friday I was tired (since I started my weekend the night before at Simone's), so I went over to Ryan's and we watched Empire Records, one of the best movies ever.
Saturday I sang at my friend's wedding. I was so glad I got to do the Schubert Ave Maria among other things. It was a beautiful ceremony in a gorgeous church, and I loved every minute of it.
Saturday night got a little crazy. It started out with me and Ryan at the Sixteen Candles show at Bash on Wabash. Lots of fun. Then we went to a bar, where I surpassed the amount of beers I should've had. Then we went to this crazy house party with Stephanie, where there was a bit of drama with Ryan. Specifically, he got mad that I am a drama queen. We went back to his apartment (after he almost left me there) and he very calmly pointed out my character flaws. I was upset. He was right, but it still sucked. There was a lot of conversation and stuff, and I didn't get home till 5.
So Sunday I was deep into my shame spiral. I emailed Ryan, apologizing for my drama, which was probably a stupid idea. I don't think he's even read it yet. But he texted me that morning and wanted to hang out last night, so I knew he couldn't be really mad at me. I went hiking down at Matthiessen State Park by myself, which was good for me. I felt better when I was done. Then I met my fabulous friend Sarah for dinner at Flat Top Grill, where they messed up my order twice, so I got a free dinner.
On the way to dinner, I stopped at Target and bought the Wii. I've been wanting one for so long. So then Ryan came over to play, and we played Mario 3 and drank KoolAid and fought like brother and sister. (My brother and I always fought over who got to play what level.) It was lots of fun.
This morning I met my friend Kelly for a delicious breakfast at Julius Meinl. We decided to have a game night! I'm so excited because I love to throw parties, but my apartment definitely is not meant for entertaining. So it will be at Kelly's, but we're doing it together. I can't wait to play Catch Phrase!
On the way to breakfast I talked to Jacob on the phone. He called to tell me that his teacher emailed his mom to say that in her 15 years of teaching, Jacob is the most polite student she has ever met. I'm so proud! His parents are raising him right. He also wrote a story that she said was "phenomenal." I asked what it was about, and he said, "A soccer player." What happens to the soccer player? "He breaks his leg." What does he do then? How does it end? "He has to tell his coach." So cute.
My parents came over this afternoon to finish putting together my bike. There was lots of cursing, but it got done. I was so excited to head out to a forest preserve and ride. Well, it did not go as planned.
First of all, I learned to look a map first. Closely. I glanced at one, but I didn't notice that the trail I was taking turned into another trail that went on forever. So I rode 7.5 miles in one direction. Not a big deal, but finally I decided to turn around and head back. About 2 minutes into my ride back, my chain fell off. I couldn't get it back on, so I started walking. It was over a half hour before a nice man stopped and helped me get it back on. I rode for a little while longer, and then my pedal fell off. I didn't have a wrench, so I had to walk the rest of the way back. Nancy said I should give my dad a hard time for my bike falling apart like that, but I was the one who put on the pedals. I kinda do suck at life. But other than that, I had a really fun weekend. I SO do not want to go to work tomorrow. Especially because it's Back To School Night, which means I'll be there for 13 hours. But next weekend will be fabulous- apple-picking and outlet shopping with my mom and Nancy, baking apple pies, and the Renegade Craft Fair. I have much to look forward to!
The Bet
I love to play tennis. It is the one sport I can actually play without being completely retarded. However, I'm far from being good. Very far.
Well, I mentioned something about tennis last week, and Ryan said he could kick my ass. I didn't appreciate that (even knowing that it was true), so I started talking trash back. And now there is a bet. I HAVE to win. If I do, I get cherry limeades from Sonic once a month for a year AND Ryan will go line dancing at DC's. But there's no way I can win. I can't even hit the ball hard. What am I going to do???
Well, I mentioned something about tennis last week, and Ryan said he could kick my ass. I didn't appreciate that (even knowing that it was true), so I started talking trash back. And now there is a bet. I HAVE to win. If I do, I get cherry limeades from Sonic once a month for a year AND Ryan will go line dancing at DC's. But there's no way I can win. I can't even hit the ball hard. What am I going to do???
Cuteness
Today I taught my second graders about making connections. We read a little poem about the moon, and I said, "This reminds me of something, but it's a secret. Can you keep a secret? It's kind of embarrassing." Of course, it wasn't anything important. But about 5 minutes later (when we were talking about something else) a very serious little boy raised his hand.
"Can I tell my mama?"
"What do you mean?"
"Can I tell my mama? She's real good at keeping secrets."
Adorable.
"Can I tell my mama?"
"What do you mean?"
"Can I tell my mama? She's real good at keeping secrets."
Adorable.
The Plan
My new bike comes today. Ryan wanted to hang out last night, but I was busy. So I asked him if he'd help me put my new bike together sometime this week. When he's finished doing that, I'm going to tell him what a jerk he is. The only problem is that I'm having trouble holding onto my anger. Nina and Whitney were right; I'm too forgiving. I should have talked to him on Sunday when I was really upset. But don't worry, he won't get off too easily. I'm definitely going to just put it all out there. After the bike is assembled.
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