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.
I just fall down. Sober. Over my own feet. I'm like a cleavagey puppy with lipstick.
Really it is sad that I can totally identify with this.
Also, is it wrong that it kinda turns me on?
A little, but it's not surprising or anything...
If it's the puppy part, yeah.
I think it's more the cleavage and the lipstick, with the cute idea of the puppy.
Or maybe I just pictured you in a collar.
The one thing you'll never see me in. I think I was strangled in a former life; I can't stand tight things around my neck. No turtlenecks, no chokers -- which is too bad, on the chokers, cause I love the look.