Jayne ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
Oh, Emily, I'm sorry it's been so hard. I wish I had answers, but I think talking to people and trying to figure out if you want to keep teaching is a good idea.
I find it pretty impossible to believe that kids would be better served by having any other teacher though.
It was, alas, this one.Sorry, my laughing at the time distracted me from accurately remembering. Laughing +long-term memory is obviously not the OTP. Maybe I should have tried a mnemonic.
No! Well... not unless it really is like this all the time. But everyone tells me it isn't. Just, if I'm so bad that kids are actually better served having any other teacher, then I should go find something that I'm either good at or is at least easier than this!From everything I have ever heard, it really isn't always like this. It's hard always but it is just brutal for the first year. Which is cruel because you should be given cupcakes and flowers for all of the work you've gone through to get there and the fact that you want to help kids learn and grow and become good adults.
I hope it gets easier and also clearer for you. I can't imagine being in a job like that and wondering if I was in the right place. You have so much of my admiration. From everything I know, you are a good teacher. It would be a shame if the realm of education lost you.
And Lee is wise. I can't imagine a class that would be better without you in it. You love learning and you want to share that.
Am awake. Why? Want sleep.
Emily, Lee and Cass are very wise.
We are wise.
I have soaked in a hot tub, in violation of the the No Soaking rule of Tattoo 07 ruling (it's all sloughed and I fucking needed it. I gently dried and moisturized my ass afterwards. Tat stat is perfectly normal.) and played much with the iPod in emo-tastic mode.
Now? Well hopefully sleep. And sleep for all Bitches in sleepy timezones. Or I write maybe.
God knows there is a dearth of slightly tipsy emo ramblings. Except I am not 16... So while I have some financial security, my tits don't defy gravity. A modern day quandary.
And from my catchup...
I might be going up to Eugene soon (alert to Cassypants, since I'll be flying to Portland and renting a car to drive the rest of the way)Yes! Let me know when Juliana, m'kay? Juliana!!
whenever he says please, asks for something he needs from one of them, not only is it an OMG, HUGE DEAL, but he always has this sort of dual thing going where he TOTALLY expects that he won't get what he needs, but at the same time just can't stop himself from hoping, and... and....flails
He just wants. And hurts. And never thinks that he'll be loved as well.
Ded.
Dear gods. I am Dean. Except lacking in the freckles and the pretty eyelashes. But still.
And yet, curiously, still slightly hotter.Goes against the laws of god and man, but hell yeah. Frankly Dean goes against the same law. But not as much.
Making them hotter? Well, that is a Buffista bonus.
Yay for big damn heroes! Boo for bad days for my Emily.
It is ick here. There's not much snow, but it's currently sleeting, and it's not pretty. Well, actually, it is pretty...just not...well, you know what I mean.
Grooooonk.
I'm glad Cass wasn't stuck. Yay for BDHs! Also, is that one of the first pictures of the Lilybean that had a big goofy smile? Cause that just ramps the cute up to eleven. Also, right-decision~ma to Emily.
ION, we have a Level 2 snow emergency here in glorious Central OH. I got up with the start of a migraine, and now I'm wondering how to determine if I have to go to work. There was rumblings yesterday of supervisors calling their departments, but if I actually do have to go in, I need to shower now so I can be there something close to on time. (P.S. I don't want to go, and will take a personal day if it's required, because I really just want to go back to bed.) Bleargh.
Yay for big damn heroes! Boo for bad days for my Emily.
This!
My dear Emily, I hope that the seasoned teachers can give you some good advice. It is a tough path you have chosen.
Happy Valentine's Day or if you prefer, Happy Wednesday!. Today was my dad's birthday so it is always a special day in my family as we remember him lovingly.
SNOWPOCALYPSE!
My adventures continue.... we've gotten no updates from the office thus far. I've got like three stories of what's going on. I just changed departments, so I don't know my supervisor's extension by heart. The phone message at the office says that we're closed, after saying we were open 20 minutes ago. I just want to call off like a good girl (because frankly, if my boss is even there, he's figured out I'm not coming in because I'm already an hour late) so I can go hide in a dark room until my damn migraine goes away.
We're closed today. I thought that might happen when my clock radio came on to reveal that none of the three normal radio DJs made it in, and the producer was doing the show