Weird Kid...

Weird Kid...

Strange kid, why like me

I’m a weird, childless spinster

Nobody likes me.

Summer School...

Summer school starts now.

I already adore kids.

Mischievous ones.

Late Post...

So sorry…

I missed my post deadline…

I was in a lot of pain yesterday.

Anyway, I really must look up how to run Tumblr automatically.

But for now, I still have a praxis to study for…

And it’s making me so anxious that I am making myself ill…

It always happens…

My stomach is killing me and I can’t eat or drink certain things without making it worse.

Like dairy, anything spicy, caffeine, sugar, citrus, etc.

Half of my normal eating habits are now off limits.

And I get to endure a full week of this since the test is next Saturday…

Joy…

Depression...

It’s hard to keep your head above the water when you’re drowning in your own tears...  Take that, former me who wrote horrible Goth poetry! 

Oh Dear...

“Give me your phone number!”

It does not seem to matter to her that she is six and I am…not.

Yes, I started my teaching journey rather late…

Secretarial work just wasn’t cutting it anymore…

Again, it didn’t matter to her that I am several years older…

I am the ‘fun’ teacher…the ‘nice’ teacher…the ‘pretty’ teacher.

What I lack in classroom management (since this is my first year), I make up for in enthusiasm, kindness, creativity, subject knowledge, and yes…fun.

This was not fun…

I had to leave a note with her ‘every day teacher’ that little girl insisted that I give her my cell phone number.

I did not, for the record…

I am weird and admittedly a little immature, not predatory!

Tired...

No energy

Still rather depressed at times

Creativity.