Well, I’m officially 25. Yesterday was my birthday and now I’m a quarter of a century old. I had a good birthday. My parents and sisters got me exactly what I asked for and my mom cooked one of my favorite meals. Not only that, but it was sunny, warm, and the Cardinals won. A good day all around.
As I look back at the last couple years since college, and we all tend to look at ourselves a little more harshly around birthday time, I do realize I’m not where I want to be with my life. The job I have is not the job I want (or need). The people here are great, but it’s not the teaching position that I wanted to get into as soon as I got out of college. In order to get a high school position, I may have to move. I’ve been thinking about going back to Springfield. I know the schools and the area to an extent, so it shouldn’t be hard to adjust. I would rather go to Springfield than Kansas City (even though several of my college friends now live there). I couldn’t live with Royals baseball. Cardinals all the way! Anyway, I have got to find a position somewhere for next school year. Cross your fingers and hope I find something because I’m 25 now. Too old to still be here.
I’m so looking forward to spring break. It begins on Friday. I need this break so much. I’m getting worn out by some of these kids. I look forward to staying up late, sleeping in, playing Super Smash Brothers on the Wii. I look forward to relaxing and catching up on some movies, friends, and sleep. Oh man, I’m looking forward to sleeping. They say you can’t play catch-up with sleep, but I’m sure going to try. After today, three more days this week until a week of pure bliss. I better enjoy it while it lasts though. MAP testing begins the Tuesday after we come back. Yay for standardized tests! (sarcasm)
At what point in your life do you develop common sense because it sure isn’t in middle school. Three things happened today, each with a different kid, that made me come to this conclusion and oddly enough they all happened at lunch time. Maybe low blood sugar is to blame.
The first incident is as we were leaving the room to grab our lunches a kid starts walking in the opposite direction of the cafeteria. Now, this is February 29th. This kid has been at this school all year. He knows where the cafeteria is. He’s even been in my class before. Yet for a moment he forgot where the cafeteria was.
The second was a kid getting his lunch. The choices today were pizza, ham and cheese sandwich, pasta, or fish sticks. This kid was dumbfounded by fish sticks. He looked at the lunch lady like she was an alien. He then asked her if they had chicken inside. Yes, they are called fish sticks because chicken is inside. Talk about a Jessica Simpson moment.
The last incident was a kid dropped his pasta all over the floor. He just stood there staring at it. He then asks what he should do and of course the answer was to clean it up. That confused him even more. When you drop something, you clean it up. Get some napkins and wipe up the mess, then go get another lunch.
Kids are funny. Days like these bring a smile to my face.
and all through the school, kid after kid were acting a fool. The teachers were grumpy and pulling their hair, with the hopes that winter break soon would be there. Today I had to remove a kid from ISS. He couldn’t control himself any longer. On top of that, I also received four new visitors today. The teachers are giving me early Christmas gifts it seems. Or should I say they are giving themselves early Christmas gifts? The n00bs are actually working and aren’t talking, so that’s good. What’s also good is that tomorrow I lose three of my more talkative kids. I have no doubt that their vacant seats will be filled by the end of the week. The excitement of Christmas and two weeks off is building in these young kids and they just can’t control themselves. One of my favorite sayings is The sweet just isn’t as sweet without the sour, because without the sour you really don’t know what sweet is. I love this quote and it strikes true for this week. This is a sour week, but it’s going to make my break that much sweeter.
(the second line in the poem was written by Trix)