Hi Sail! (Somehow I managed to post once, get distracted, take a bath, then finally remember I had a computer. It's been a long couple of days.)
Congrats, Hil!
Spike ,'Get It Done'
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Hi Sail! (Somehow I managed to post once, get distracted, take a bath, then finally remember I had a computer. It's been a long couple of days.)
Congrats, Hil!
My IQ drops to slug level for about 2 hours after teaching. I just stutter, look stupid and repeat everything in a monotone.
This.
I thought I wouldbe brain-dead teaching a first hour class. It's comedy gold, how stupid I am in the morning. But I'm a zombie till I get to school, and then it's like teen pheremones are cocaine -- I just get this adrenaline rush, and ride it till 2nd hour, when I have a planning period, and can hide, mainline coffee, and prepare some more.
And this. Makes me happy to hear you gush.
Also, Cass just made me snort with "skippy little optical ass".
Jumps, skips and drives me batty. But I am Not Good with just using the touchpad in mousey-intensive situations.
eta: Yep, I've got a way with words. When I'm threatening electronics at least.
I tell you, Kristin, the worst thing is having no permanent desk or file cabinet. I end up hauling everything is my bookbag, which is the size of Mt. Hood now, and will likely assume Everest proportions at the end of the 12 weeks.
But all the stair climbing and bag hauling have made me lose another 5 pounds. So there's a pro.
Oh Erin, that's bad. Your cooperating teacher should give you a filing cabinet and some kind of desk space. At the very least, you should have a little wheely-thing to wheel around. You absolutely will not be able to haul everything in a backpack the rest of your student teaching, trust me.
I have a drawer...but I'm still at the point where I haul everything home to work on it because I'm all Type-A at this point.
Oh, and I took a header walking down the hall with him today. No kids around, thank god, but still. I was all like "I fall down ALL the time, seriously! I have great balance, but I fall."
I had cred with him, because of the manila file folders, but I think he thinks I'm a morning drunk.
Oh, and I took a header walking down the hall with him today. No kids around, thank god, but still. I was all like "I fall down ALL the time, seriously! I have great balance, but I fall."
My friend Meredith fell off the desk she was sitting on in the middle of a lecture.
To parents.
At Back to School Night.
Don't sweat it, is all I'm saying.
Ha! Avtually, I'd forgotten it, till I sqw the new scrape on my knee and thought, "When did I get that?"
I bet I get bruised more than ita, and I DON'T EVEN SPAR.
I just fall down. Sober. Over my own feet. I'm like a cleavagey puppy with lipstick.
I'm like a cleavagey puppy with lipstick.
This is the best description ever! Also, is it wrong that it kinda turns me on?
If it's the puppy part, yeah.