June 27, 2008
  • evelyn: i dare you to wear this at beach house http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=253854.msg2829614;topicseen#msg2829614
  • margaret: oh, i love tying pot holders over my cooch
  • (also, best IM to accidentally send to the wrong person)
June 8, 2008

i used to be a teacher.

tomorrow begins my last week with kids in the classroom this year, and because i have officially quit this job and am not actively looking for another job in the classroom, this might be my last three days (plus one hour on friday) in the classroom ever.

this has been an incredibly difficult year, and i’ve woken up virtually every morning dreading going to work. i’ve been counting down the days until june 13th since, basically, last september.

and yet, right now, i mostly feel sad. i kind of can’t believe that i might be done being a teacher. scratch that, i TOTALLY can’t believe i might be done being a teacher after this week. that seems insane. this has been the hardest three years of my life, and almost every day at work i get so frustrated i could throw things (and there have been many days when i did). and yet, faced with the last 19 hours standing in front of a room full of 9- and 10-year-olds, all i can think about is all of the things i wanted to do with these kids. and as hard as these last three years have been, i know if i stuck with it i would get to the point where i could do those things with the kids.

i’m really dreading the next time someone asks me “so, what do you do?” at a party or out at a bar or whatever. i used to have a really good answer. my answer spoke to my personal beliefs and convictions and opened a hilarious dialogue of all that i have seen in my days. now i don’t actually have an answer. my answer is “well, i used to be a teacher.” i can’t imagine saying that.

May 6, 2008
  • Me: "Health behaviours, risk-taking and conceptual changes among schoolchildren aged 7 to 19 years in semi-rural Sweden. "
  • obviously very relevent to my teaching
  • semi-rural sweden?
  • jackson: hahah
  • aka cities in sweden
  • me: exactly. what is urban sweden like?
  • jackson: a gettø
May 1, 2008

this is why i want a new job. remember that kid who tried to steal my car 2 years ago? how sad is it that when i saw this i thought “aw man, that could totally be one of the kids from my school!”

“i ganked it!”

i hope someone in the criminal justice systems scares the crap outta you, kid. 

April 30, 2008

100 words or less: 6

i hate going to work these days, but there’s a good week ahead. jackson is back on friday. job interview on monday. if i don’t get this job it’s going to be hard to go back to looking for teaching jobs after spending all day today looking at the annoyances and frustrations of the classroom and saying “guess what i won’t have to deal with in 7 weeks!” all I could think, from the time that i put the cream in my coffee at 7 am (way earlier than I would like to have to drive to work): not anymore.

100 words or less: 5

less than 24 hours after sending my resume to the illinois holocaust museum, i had a telephone interview and got positively giddy with the interviewer about the job. i go back for an in-person interview soon. people seem a little weary that i am so jazzed for a job about the holocaust and genocide, but whatevs. and as the interviewer said when i asked her what a typical day would be like, referring to how it would be different from my current job, “you can go to the bathroom whenever you want, you can eat lunch whenever you want…”
April 27, 2008

100 words or less: 4

for the last weekend that the boyfriend is out of town i played the part of a “single girl” and spent my sunday night in a bubble bath. i now get why girls are so into bubble baths. i feel like i’m wrapped in warm, fuzzy kittens. moisturizing, flower-scented kittens. i spent my bath drinking a fat tire and reading a book about mormon fundamentalists, though, so as not to seem too bridget-jones-y. the cats perched just outside the tub challenged my cred, but i can’t really knock bubble-bath taking cat ladies right now. it’s a good life.
April 24, 2008
i am often crankypants, what with a boyfriend in england and a job where i get lied to by pre-pubescents all day—but there are some things that do not suck! among them: spring, sun shining through open windows at 7 pm, my cat, and my yellow eames chair.
i am often crankypants, what with a boyfriend in england and a job where i get lied to by pre-pubescents all day—but there are some things that do not suck! among them: spring, sun shining through open windows at 7 pm, my cat, and my yellow eames chair.

100 words or less: 3

skipped yesterday because of broken internet. i need to find a new way to steal wireless.

all i can say about today: thank god i planned for a mental health day tomorrow. screamed at a kid for calling another kid white. she did not comprehend that this was offensive to me. “it’s not like i called you white!” she yelled. uh, i am white, einstein. i don’t even know what to say, other than i wish i hadn’t yelled so much. all of this can bite me.

how many days to the beach house?

April 22, 2008

100 words or less: 2

i am not actually good at my job. this doesn’t happen often. i’m usually good at what i do. i don’t think i’m really good at this. i have 7.5 weeks of it left and then i will go on to something else. teaching math, at the very least. thank god.

spring is finally actually here and my backyard is officially the new happy village. minus that rat. oh god, that rat.