Today wasn't great, but it wasn't bad. My sister was still on my nerves, but good people helped make the day better.
I love Mrs. M, who somehow received a student of mine in 6th period, because he left the class without permission, I knew that, and was waiting to handle him. He never came back, but instead found his way to her class. She didn't want him there, but marched him to me where we discussed his behavior, and got the clear lie from him. He didn't deny it. We marched him to the principal's office.
My awesome principal backed both of us up, then gave the kid mandatory Saturday schools, an hour detention after school, and turned him over to the school police and his attendance is now being watched. He is now considered a habitual truant. This kid needed that shake up. I hope his behavior improves.
Mrs. M is also awesome for saying she would not mind being my buddy teacher for when I need to send misbehaving students out.
I'm making an impression on a few students like M in 6th period. I conferenced with his mom last week about his poor grade and behavior. He is turning around, stepping up his game, and today volunteered to take an unruly kid to the AP. M is a good kid deep down, I know it. I really like him, and am so excited to see this positive change.
The secretary at the school is always so willing to help me look up phone numbers and pull up student info that I don't have access to since my account still hasn't been configured.
My mom is awesome for working "behind the scenes" at home for me on my Excel assignment? Is that bad? She called me as she was leaving school today and I was heading over to school to ask if I was alright after last night. I told her I wasn't. I told her the professor shot the assignment back at me. She came home and I highlighted the information I needed. She played around for about 2 hours trying to get my graphs labeled. She is great with Excel, but has never really used the graphs, but did manage to fix 1 of the 5 or 6 graphs.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Fuck her
My sister really pisses me off.
I asked her to help me with my homework last night. I had an assignment I had to complete in Excel, but maybe it was just my lack of expertise and that I didn't know how to access some of the functions on a Mac I couldn't do it. I went in and asked my sister for help. She said in a monotone voice, "I'm working." I said I just needed her for a moment. She said she hasn't used Excel in a long time. I showed her the graph that I needed fixed. I told her what I needed, showed the page in my book that had that. Sister in the meantime throws the document in the trash on my computer and deletes my trash, therefore deleting my only copy of the assignment. Then the bitch claimed she didn't know where it went. I told her. I told her my trash was now clean. I told her that was the only explanation since stuff just doesn't disappear. So I spent another 3 hours on top of the 2 that I had already spent trying to recreate that shitty assignment for 5 measly points (but the entire class is out of 100 points). Bitch. Of course I wanted to go to bed at nearly midnight because I was up all night recreating something you destroyed in 2 minutes. No apologies. She just replied she didn't know what happened. I went in my room after I got my computer from her in tears and felt so crushed and defeated. I wasn't asking her to do the assignment- merely put a title, as well as label the x and y axis in a graph- I left my computer with her a max of probably 5 minutes while I was in the other room helping my mom. My mom just asked if the document was saved and I went right to the email where the professor sent the assignment back to me. Unfortunately this was all done through the university's online system and there is no copy saved there. How can she be so mean? Oh the things I would love to do to her to show her how it feels. Should I? Ugh. I won't steal her phone and text her friends because I've had that done to me, and know how it feels. I won't do anything like that. I feel tempted to write on her twitter she really isn't a professor, but then mommy and daddy would have to get involved, and that's just childish. Maybe wipe her hard drive? Something? Ugh. I'm still livid this morning.
I asked her to help me with my homework last night. I had an assignment I had to complete in Excel, but maybe it was just my lack of expertise and that I didn't know how to access some of the functions on a Mac I couldn't do it. I went in and asked my sister for help. She said in a monotone voice, "I'm working." I said I just needed her for a moment. She said she hasn't used Excel in a long time. I showed her the graph that I needed fixed. I told her what I needed, showed the page in my book that had that. Sister in the meantime throws the document in the trash on my computer and deletes my trash, therefore deleting my only copy of the assignment. Then the bitch claimed she didn't know where it went. I told her. I told her my trash was now clean. I told her that was the only explanation since stuff just doesn't disappear. So I spent another 3 hours on top of the 2 that I had already spent trying to recreate that shitty assignment for 5 measly points (but the entire class is out of 100 points). Bitch. Of course I wanted to go to bed at nearly midnight because I was up all night recreating something you destroyed in 2 minutes. No apologies. She just replied she didn't know what happened. I went in my room after I got my computer from her in tears and felt so crushed and defeated. I wasn't asking her to do the assignment- merely put a title, as well as label the x and y axis in a graph- I left my computer with her a max of probably 5 minutes while I was in the other room helping my mom. My mom just asked if the document was saved and I went right to the email where the professor sent the assignment back to me. Unfortunately this was all done through the university's online system and there is no copy saved there. How can she be so mean? Oh the things I would love to do to her to show her how it feels. Should I? Ugh. I won't steal her phone and text her friends because I've had that done to me, and know how it feels. I won't do anything like that. I feel tempted to write on her twitter she really isn't a professor, but then mommy and daddy would have to get involved, and that's just childish. Maybe wipe her hard drive? Something? Ugh. I'm still livid this morning.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Eating out
Thursday Night:
Mike texted me about 12:30, but it was 2:30 before I got to the message since I was in class. He invited me to dinner at a local Mexican food place with his friend Candy. I didn't have plans- we said we would meet at 6:30, but that later turned into 7. I heard all about Candy and Mike's excursions over the past several days including Hearst Castle, Disneyland, and some Top Chef's restaurant in LA. The restaurant was awful. Hearst was interesting. Disney was pretty good with the exception of Tower of Terror where Candy was so scared. We talked about all of the "flair," or Disney pin collectors. We had to spend $100 at this Mexican food place since Mike had a restaurant.com gift card. We did a round of drinks, the main courses, and then dessert. Our total was $101, so then after the gift certificate it was about $24 a person. The food was not good, although Mike and Candy were of differing opinions.
Saturday Afternoon:
I ran around Saturday morning with Linda and my parents. We went to the bank, a cafe down the street we had never tried that was disappointing. Mike texted me asking if I was still going out to Palm Springs with him and Candy. I texted back yes.
We meet at his place at 2 and drive out there. We stop at the A&W Rootbeer outside of Casino Morongo for rootbeer floats. We get out to Palm Springs about 3:30 and spend about 30 minutes driving around lost, trying to find the couple whose house we were going to. These were good friends of Mike and Candy whom they met and took a couple cruises together with. I am sitting in the back of the car laughing hysterically to Mike's horrible Spanish. Calle, or street, he pronounces it as cal-lee. Mike swore the condos we were looking for were white, but there were no white condos on the street we were passing. Candy said it was probably dark when he was there last. Mike didn't deny that. We finally found the condos after peering in old ladies windows and discovered the condos were beige.
So I meet Mike and Andy- former Disney workers, an attorney, and a school administrator. Mike, Candy, Mike, and Andy talk about the cruises, cruises they took recently, and things like that. We talk about the weather here and New Jersey where Candy lives. We debate about where to eat dinner- Fisherman's Market, but one person didn't want fish or tacos of any sort. The dark place, Wang's of the Desert came up, a Chinese food place. Roscoe's and Dinks also came up. Candy said she didn't want Mexican, and we told her how anti-Californian she was since any true Californian would never turn down Mexican food. Mike, my Mike, mentions how great Cipolline Italian on Palm Canyon is. We all pile in Mike's car and head on over. We hear all of the Disney stories about the submarines and other rides. The restaurant itself was alright. The service left much to be desired. The food was alright, but with most Italian, I can make better at home. Andy and I talk during dinner un poco- el habla Espanol también y nosotros estamos gringos- hablamos de los ventajas especialmente en la escuela. We both speak Spanish and talk about the advantages, especially in the school setting. We go back to their place and drop them off. Everything sort of trailed off...
Mike joked we should go meet his boss who lives in Palm Springs and how shady he was. Candy vehemently protested. Mike called the boss, and Candy gave me the lowdown. I'm sort of glad we missed that one... LOL.
We decided to go bowling. We tried to go to Morongo, but there were 1000s of people. We ended up at an AMF in San Bernardino. It was pretty fun. We did the cosmic bowling. It wasn't quite 10p.m. when we arrived, so we sat in the bar drinking. I had a Dos Equis. We got our balls. I got a 14 pound ball and Mike did too, but later he went back to an 11 pounder. LOL. He said to bowl he needed alcohol. He kept us well supplied. Un dos Equis turned into cuatro Dos Equis. WOW. I'm not sure the alcohol helped us bowl better, but let's just say the 3 of us were very touchy feely, and were probably disturbing the "white trash" family next to us. 2 guys and 1 black girl all touching and feeling each other. The most drunk moment probably had to go to me- and I wasn't drunk- I was a little tipsy, but one of the white trash kids screamed, I turned around to look, and my ball went falling backward. The best I bowled was a 96. The best Mike did was a 122. Candy did about 83.
After our little adventure Candy wanted In-N-Out. Mike harassed her about wanting and needing that. We sang along to the songs on KOLA 99.9. Candy said The Commodores sang "September," and we got into an argument. I told her it was Earth, Wind, and Fire. She thought someone weird- I want to say John Mellencamp sang "Wild Night," but I informed her it was Van Morrison. I informed the 2 of them I had KOLA as my #1 preset, which made me a pretty good source in music. Then Frankie Valli and the 4 Seasons came on with "December 1963," and again I knew who sang that. Candy got her burger and got her Ben, Ben was the sweet man helping us in the drive through.
We get back to Mike's and I use the bathroom in his room. When I walk out Mike throws me some pants and so I change into them. We watch Candy dance 3-4 Michael Jackson songs. Mike sits on the couch next to me and he takes the controller and plays one of the backup dancers just moving his arms, and does pretty well. Shortly after we head to bed. It is 1:20a.m. We sleep pretty well. I did have an icky coughing spell in the middle of night. We wake up to Mike's alarm and tickle each other and some other things.
We shower and get dressed. Mike asks if I'm wanting breakfast. I said sure. We drive to McDonalds and talk about teaching and the primary grades. We go to Wal-Mart also for a few things. Candy is up when we get back due to Mike's false alarm where he left without her. He makes her food while we watch "Red." I had every intention of going home before the movie, but instead we head to CPK. The one in San Bernardino closed down apparently, so we drive out to Victoria Gardens. Candy drove. Mike has a business trip he is leaving on tonight, and Candy is taking him to the airport. He wanted to be sure Candy could drive his car. She was having a few issues, but she managed. I guided her to Victoria Gardens. At the Pizza Kitchen the topics of conversation included: child leashes, how high maintenance Candy is/isn't, and locking your bedroom door. Mike offers to take us to Cheesecake Factory for dessert. I have the most disappointing tiramisu cheesecake.
When we finally get back to Mike's I use the bathroom and then take off so he could get ready for his trip.
Mike texted me about 12:30, but it was 2:30 before I got to the message since I was in class. He invited me to dinner at a local Mexican food place with his friend Candy. I didn't have plans- we said we would meet at 6:30, but that later turned into 7. I heard all about Candy and Mike's excursions over the past several days including Hearst Castle, Disneyland, and some Top Chef's restaurant in LA. The restaurant was awful. Hearst was interesting. Disney was pretty good with the exception of Tower of Terror where Candy was so scared. We talked about all of the "flair," or Disney pin collectors. We had to spend $100 at this Mexican food place since Mike had a restaurant.com gift card. We did a round of drinks, the main courses, and then dessert. Our total was $101, so then after the gift certificate it was about $24 a person. The food was not good, although Mike and Candy were of differing opinions.
Saturday Afternoon:
I ran around Saturday morning with Linda and my parents. We went to the bank, a cafe down the street we had never tried that was disappointing. Mike texted me asking if I was still going out to Palm Springs with him and Candy. I texted back yes.
We meet at his place at 2 and drive out there. We stop at the A&W Rootbeer outside of Casino Morongo for rootbeer floats. We get out to Palm Springs about 3:30 and spend about 30 minutes driving around lost, trying to find the couple whose house we were going to. These were good friends of Mike and Candy whom they met and took a couple cruises together with. I am sitting in the back of the car laughing hysterically to Mike's horrible Spanish. Calle, or street, he pronounces it as cal-lee. Mike swore the condos we were looking for were white, but there were no white condos on the street we were passing. Candy said it was probably dark when he was there last. Mike didn't deny that. We finally found the condos after peering in old ladies windows and discovered the condos were beige.
So I meet Mike and Andy- former Disney workers, an attorney, and a school administrator. Mike, Candy, Mike, and Andy talk about the cruises, cruises they took recently, and things like that. We talk about the weather here and New Jersey where Candy lives. We debate about where to eat dinner- Fisherman's Market, but one person didn't want fish or tacos of any sort. The dark place, Wang's of the Desert came up, a Chinese food place. Roscoe's and Dinks also came up. Candy said she didn't want Mexican, and we told her how anti-Californian she was since any true Californian would never turn down Mexican food. Mike, my Mike, mentions how great Cipolline Italian on Palm Canyon is. We all pile in Mike's car and head on over. We hear all of the Disney stories about the submarines and other rides. The restaurant itself was alright. The service left much to be desired. The food was alright, but with most Italian, I can make better at home. Andy and I talk during dinner un poco- el habla Espanol también y nosotros estamos gringos- hablamos de los ventajas especialmente en la escuela. We both speak Spanish and talk about the advantages, especially in the school setting. We go back to their place and drop them off. Everything sort of trailed off...
Mike joked we should go meet his boss who lives in Palm Springs and how shady he was. Candy vehemently protested. Mike called the boss, and Candy gave me the lowdown. I'm sort of glad we missed that one... LOL.
We decided to go bowling. We tried to go to Morongo, but there were 1000s of people. We ended up at an AMF in San Bernardino. It was pretty fun. We did the cosmic bowling. It wasn't quite 10p.m. when we arrived, so we sat in the bar drinking. I had a Dos Equis. We got our balls. I got a 14 pound ball and Mike did too, but later he went back to an 11 pounder. LOL. He said to bowl he needed alcohol. He kept us well supplied. Un dos Equis turned into cuatro Dos Equis. WOW. I'm not sure the alcohol helped us bowl better, but let's just say the 3 of us were very touchy feely, and were probably disturbing the "white trash" family next to us. 2 guys and 1 black girl all touching and feeling each other. The most drunk moment probably had to go to me- and I wasn't drunk- I was a little tipsy, but one of the white trash kids screamed, I turned around to look, and my ball went falling backward. The best I bowled was a 96. The best Mike did was a 122. Candy did about 83.
After our little adventure Candy wanted In-N-Out. Mike harassed her about wanting and needing that. We sang along to the songs on KOLA 99.9. Candy said The Commodores sang "September," and we got into an argument. I told her it was Earth, Wind, and Fire. She thought someone weird- I want to say John Mellencamp sang "Wild Night," but I informed her it was Van Morrison. I informed the 2 of them I had KOLA as my #1 preset, which made me a pretty good source in music. Then Frankie Valli and the 4 Seasons came on with "December 1963," and again I knew who sang that. Candy got her burger and got her Ben, Ben was the sweet man helping us in the drive through.
We get back to Mike's and I use the bathroom in his room. When I walk out Mike throws me some pants and so I change into them. We watch Candy dance 3-4 Michael Jackson songs. Mike sits on the couch next to me and he takes the controller and plays one of the backup dancers just moving his arms, and does pretty well. Shortly after we head to bed. It is 1:20a.m. We sleep pretty well. I did have an icky coughing spell in the middle of night. We wake up to Mike's alarm and tickle each other and some other things.
We shower and get dressed. Mike asks if I'm wanting breakfast. I said sure. We drive to McDonalds and talk about teaching and the primary grades. We go to Wal-Mart also for a few things. Candy is up when we get back due to Mike's false alarm where he left without her. He makes her food while we watch "Red." I had every intention of going home before the movie, but instead we head to CPK. The one in San Bernardino closed down apparently, so we drive out to Victoria Gardens. Candy drove. Mike has a business trip he is leaving on tonight, and Candy is taking him to the airport. He wanted to be sure Candy could drive his car. She was having a few issues, but she managed. I guided her to Victoria Gardens. At the Pizza Kitchen the topics of conversation included: child leashes, how high maintenance Candy is/isn't, and locking your bedroom door. Mike offers to take us to Cheesecake Factory for dessert. I have the most disappointing tiramisu cheesecake.
When we finally get back to Mike's I use the bathroom and then take off so he could get ready for his trip.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
My sister's first week as a professor
Last Saturday: My sister broke a tooth that she never got repaired and it got infected. My sister was so sick she could barely lift her head off the pillow. My mom forced her to go to Kaiser. Sister threw a huge fit. When she got to Kaiser she told my mom to get lost. Lots of ruffled feathers. All my mom said was she had to feel better before Monday.
Sunday: Sister was still really sick. She realized she had to dress like a professor or something on Sunday. She suddenly needed makeup. My sister, who doesn't wear makeup, demanded my mom take her out to get makeup. They spent $60.
About 10pm Sunday night my sister decided she should write her syllabus. (Insert your favorite, Christian swear word here like crap bucket). So she was up swearing like a Christian sailor in an effort to create her syllabus. About 11:30 she sends it to the printer. She decides she is going to print from our little inkjet with a duty cycle of about 150 pages. Nope. Mom yelled at her for that. She said she was going to go to school and photocopy early in the morning. She has had all week and weekend.
6am Monday morning: My dad woke my sister up. She went in to the bathroom, and demanded my mom, who was already running late put on her makeup. Sister got home at 10p.m. and she had nothing but great things to say about how good she is as a professor.
6am Wednesday morning: Sister gets up and again demands my mom do her makeup. My mom throws a fit my sister is going to have to learn one of these days. Soon. 6:10a.m. she is back in bed. Sister teaches an 8:30a.m. class I think. At 6:50 as I'm leaving for work I see there is a fatal accident on the 91 at the 15, an accident at Pierce, and an accident at the 71. I know the 91 is already bad. Typically it would take about an hour at least in morning traffic to drive from my house to my sister's college. I knew a fatal accident would make it worse. I woke my sister up and told her to get going. She called me an idiot, told me to go away, and she's good at watching the clock, she will get there on time. At 8:25 sister left a crying voicemail on my phone about how late for school she was. Poor brat.
Thursday night: All my sister could talk about was how she has so much work and she has so much more work than everyone else now that she is a professor. I reminded her she was not.
My mom and Linda went out Thursday night. My sister made my mom get a twitter account to follow her now that she has an iPhone. My mom was displeased and spoke to my sister earlier in the week about her language/the things she discloses on twitter. Sister wrote something about how her students are so dumb. Linda was flabbergasted about what my sister said, and all my mom could say was I told her about her language.
6a.m. Friday morning: Sis is up demanding mommy dearest does her makeup. And of course my sister gets her first email with an excuse symbolizing she is a professor.
Sunday: Sister was still really sick. She realized she had to dress like a professor or something on Sunday. She suddenly needed makeup. My sister, who doesn't wear makeup, demanded my mom take her out to get makeup. They spent $60.
About 10pm Sunday night my sister decided she should write her syllabus. (Insert your favorite, Christian swear word here like crap bucket). So she was up swearing like a Christian sailor in an effort to create her syllabus. About 11:30 she sends it to the printer. She decides she is going to print from our little inkjet with a duty cycle of about 150 pages. Nope. Mom yelled at her for that. She said she was going to go to school and photocopy early in the morning. She has had all week and weekend.
6am Monday morning: My dad woke my sister up. She went in to the bathroom, and demanded my mom, who was already running late put on her makeup. Sister got home at 10p.m. and she had nothing but great things to say about how good she is as a professor.
6am Wednesday morning: Sister gets up and again demands my mom do her makeup. My mom throws a fit my sister is going to have to learn one of these days. Soon. 6:10a.m. she is back in bed. Sister teaches an 8:30a.m. class I think. At 6:50 as I'm leaving for work I see there is a fatal accident on the 91 at the 15, an accident at Pierce, and an accident at the 71. I know the 91 is already bad. Typically it would take about an hour at least in morning traffic to drive from my house to my sister's college. I knew a fatal accident would make it worse. I woke my sister up and told her to get going. She called me an idiot, told me to go away, and she's good at watching the clock, she will get there on time. At 8:25 sister left a crying voicemail on my phone about how late for school she was. Poor brat.
Thursday night: All my sister could talk about was how she has so much work and she has so much more work than everyone else now that she is a professor. I reminded her she was not.
My mom and Linda went out Thursday night. My sister made my mom get a twitter account to follow her now that she has an iPhone. My mom was displeased and spoke to my sister earlier in the week about her language/the things she discloses on twitter. Sister wrote something about how her students are so dumb. Linda was flabbergasted about what my sister said, and all my mom could say was I told her about her language.
6a.m. Friday morning: Sis is up demanding mommy dearest does her makeup. And of course my sister gets her first email with an excuse symbolizing she is a professor.
Friday, January 28, 2011
My sister's supposed title is going to her head
My sister has been bragging all week how great it is that she is a professor. Take a look at her status message on AIM tonight.
Oh, and what's worse I have been reading her twitter, and she has told her 150 or so followers that she is a professor not once, but 7 times.
She has told all of the family. I instant messaged her and she never replied. I have told her in person and she says I just don't know how things work at her college. Oh, but I do. It is pretty standard that a student starting on a masters can be a T/A or GSI. Not a professor.
Um. No. She's not.
Even wikipedia says so.
At most she could call herself an instructor.
Oh, and what's worse I have been reading her twitter, and she has told her 150 or so followers that she is a professor not once, but 7 times.
She has told all of the family. I instant messaged her and she never replied. I have told her in person and she says I just don't know how things work at her college. Oh, but I do. It is pretty standard that a student starting on a masters can be a T/A or GSI. Not a professor.
Um. No. She's not.
Even wikipedia says so.
At most she could call herself an instructor.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Got my sunglasses back
Today is a better day.
I ran into Keith at the gym tonight and got my sunglasses back. Woo!!! We went out to get drinks and food afterward. The food was blah, but the margaritas were strong, and suddenly everything is looking better.
Oh, and I just bought a groupon for cooking classes. Woo!
How are you?
I ran into Keith at the gym tonight and got my sunglasses back. Woo!!! We went out to get drinks and food afterward. The food was blah, but the margaritas were strong, and suddenly everything is looking better.
Oh, and I just bought a groupon for cooking classes. Woo!
How are you?
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I Hate Everything
That is pretty much my motto today. Let's see...
1. I hate students who can't listen.
2. I hate meetings.
3. I hate incompetent people at my university like the dude in the credential dept. who I spent 45 minutes arguing about documentation I had submitted.
4. I hate homework. I hated the damn Excel assignment that I had for my Monday night class that took over 2 hours to do because I did it on a Mac, because the directions left out steps, because my professor returned it because I didn't do a few things right like a table.
5. I hate school work.
6. I hate sore throats.
7. I hate nasal drainage.
8. I hate my sister's attitude.
9. I hate uncomfortable shoes.
10. I hate days where I feel like nothing looks good on me.
11. I hate not having my sunglasses. I have lost 2 pairs the last 2 times I've hung out with Keith.
12. I hate not feeling prepared, even when I know I am.
13. I hate students who go out of their way to say they hate me. I understand the kids might not be used to me/don't like something I do, but there are 2 in particular in my 1st period that go out of their way everyday to say that. That hurts the moral and makes me have to work extra hard to bring several in. It doesn't bother me the kids say they hate me- I know they just get used to a sub, and then they have a new teacher. I do think that a couple kids, who are very softspoken have taken pity on me so to speak and after this started happening started being nice to me. These 3 quiet kids I am thinking of are very quiet, yet don't do their work. Suddenly they're going out of their way to acknowledge me, I'm encouraging them, giving them positive encouragement, and I see 2 of them have made a turn around, and are doing their work.
10 Things I loved about today...
1. Students who really do care like my 4th period
2. Shrimp alfredo for dinner
3. Veggie notsagna pasta for lunch
4. Treating myself to a trendy cupcake for dessert
5. The complements I received for my cool Vans shoes at work. I wore brown suede Vans. Be jealous.
6. Waking up in the morning feeling like P-Diddy
7. One student called me dad on accident.
8. Not having tons of planning to do at work.
9. Being tired when I got home from school.
10. A text from my cousin telling me she is coming back next month.
1. I hate students who can't listen.
2. I hate meetings.
3. I hate incompetent people at my university like the dude in the credential dept. who I spent 45 minutes arguing about documentation I had submitted.
4. I hate homework. I hated the damn Excel assignment that I had for my Monday night class that took over 2 hours to do because I did it on a Mac, because the directions left out steps, because my professor returned it because I didn't do a few things right like a table.
5. I hate school work.
6. I hate sore throats.
7. I hate nasal drainage.
8. I hate my sister's attitude.
9. I hate uncomfortable shoes.
10. I hate days where I feel like nothing looks good on me.
11. I hate not having my sunglasses. I have lost 2 pairs the last 2 times I've hung out with Keith.
12. I hate not feeling prepared, even when I know I am.
13. I hate students who go out of their way to say they hate me. I understand the kids might not be used to me/don't like something I do, but there are 2 in particular in my 1st period that go out of their way everyday to say that. That hurts the moral and makes me have to work extra hard to bring several in. It doesn't bother me the kids say they hate me- I know they just get used to a sub, and then they have a new teacher. I do think that a couple kids, who are very softspoken have taken pity on me so to speak and after this started happening started being nice to me. These 3 quiet kids I am thinking of are very quiet, yet don't do their work. Suddenly they're going out of their way to acknowledge me, I'm encouraging them, giving them positive encouragement, and I see 2 of them have made a turn around, and are doing their work.
10 Things I loved about today...
1. Students who really do care like my 4th period
2. Shrimp alfredo for dinner
3. Veggie notsagna pasta for lunch
4. Treating myself to a trendy cupcake for dessert
5. The complements I received for my cool Vans shoes at work. I wore brown suede Vans. Be jealous.
6. Waking up in the morning feeling like P-Diddy
7. One student called me dad on accident.
8. Not having tons of planning to do at work.
9. Being tired when I got home from school.
10. A text from my cousin telling me she is coming back next month.
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