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.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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.
Chokers are quite sexy.