Even after being in my student teaching school for the last 7.5 months, and even after teaching countless lessons, and even after taking over the classes full time for the last three weeks...
On Monday morning, I still feel like hiding under my covers.
Usually that lets up when I see the kids. Hopefully the trick works this morning as it has before.
I had too many things to do and too many big thoughts this weekend to blog about them. I need, like, a mental colander. Oh wait-- they invented that, didn't they?
Anyway-- sorry about the lack of blogging. Once I distill some of these big quandaries flying around overhead-- and get my frickin' homework done-- I'll try to share.
Also, I know most of you link to me from Annie anyway, but how awesome is this girl?? Give her a congratulations if you haven't already.
Good luck with the Monday beast, everyone.
Showing posts with label monday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label monday. Show all posts
Apr 27, 2009
Mar 30, 2009
Monday Pile
Around my 25th birthday, Annie called and said, "Your present is coming a little late-- but I'm working on it! I've started a little birthday pile for you!"
I have nothing in particular to write about today, but many little things. Therefore, I give you: a Monday pile of blog.
1.) I had so much fun going out dancing Friday night. Teacher Greta was officially left at the door with the bouncer man. However, I woke up the next morning with a sore neck. Why did I have a sore neck? Oh: from the HAIR-TOSSING. Which prompted a compulsory inquiry of my friend Meg: "Was I an OVER-TOSSER on Friday night??"
I'm the one second from the right-- underneath Josh, with the arms. See? Mid-toss.
What a blast.
2.) HOWEVER, during the Friday festivities, I somehow lost BOTH the back of my phone, and my earring. My phone is a little nudie now! Such an exhibitionist.
3.) I downloaded "Viva la Vida" this weekend and CANNOT GET ENOUGH. This album is gorgeous!! Like-- EVERY song is unbelievable. Go Chris Martin. And dude-- why the heck didn't you bust out this kind of stuff earlier??
4.) I was completely unproductive this weekend. I did hardly ANY job application work. But I did go for a walk around Greenlake with Meg on the radiant Sunday, gobbled up "Beautiful Boy" by David Sheff, saw a cool play at the Rep, and had a gorgeous dinner with gorgeous people in a gorgeous house on Mercer Island on Sunday night. Until the gorgeous dinner pictures are uploaded, here's a pretty one of Greenlake for #4's illustration:
There are other ways to be productive in life, perhaps?
5.) I bought PERFUME this weekend! This has been a goal for some time now: to find a "signature scent." Alright boys, roll your eyes, but regardless: it has seemed like an important step into LADY-HOOD to find a pretty perfume to wear. Annie knows: I've sighed and bemoaned my scentless-existence for a while now. And now I am 25, and so the need has seemed more imminent, and I had birthday money, and I FOUND some this weekend! In fact, I found two:
This one is super girly:
And this one smells like limes and summer:
When I wear them, I feel like such a lady. I imagine I LOOK like one too, sniffling and snuffling at my wrists all the time.
6.) I WAS productive today! Wonderfully productive in fact, I got a HUGE job application done. This feat was met this evening, however, by news reports that the state of Washington is slashing the budget for schools and that thousands of teachers will be losing their jobs. How does that bode for a new teacher with no prior experience?
Badly, my friends. Quite badly indeed.
However, I am inexplicably not freaking out. I have every reason to be FREAKING OUT, but I just sort of keep coming back to this feeling that God will take care of me, and that God really DOES want me to be a teacher. Whether that means subbing for a year or more until I get hired, whether that means moving to Nashville, whether that means moving to podunk-town, WA-- I believe that He wants me to be a teacher, and that He'll work it out.
That's just a nice feeling.
I believe that is the end of my Monday pile of blog. Hope you all now feel inspired to toss your hair, or to viva your vida, or to smell nice, or to go for a sunshiney walk, or to feel at peace with wherever this madly spinning world is taking you.
I have nothing in particular to write about today, but many little things. Therefore, I give you: a Monday pile of blog.
1.) I had so much fun going out dancing Friday night. Teacher Greta was officially left at the door with the bouncer man. However, I woke up the next morning with a sore neck. Why did I have a sore neck? Oh: from the HAIR-TOSSING. Which prompted a compulsory inquiry of my friend Meg: "Was I an OVER-TOSSER on Friday night??"
I'm the one second from the right-- underneath Josh, with the arms. See? Mid-toss.
What a blast.
2.) HOWEVER, during the Friday festivities, I somehow lost BOTH the back of my phone, and my earring. My phone is a little nudie now! Such an exhibitionist.
3.) I downloaded "Viva la Vida" this weekend and CANNOT GET ENOUGH. This album is gorgeous!! Like-- EVERY song is unbelievable. Go Chris Martin. And dude-- why the heck didn't you bust out this kind of stuff earlier??
4.) I was completely unproductive this weekend. I did hardly ANY job application work. But I did go for a walk around Greenlake with Meg on the radiant Sunday, gobbled up "Beautiful Boy" by David Sheff, saw a cool play at the Rep, and had a gorgeous dinner with gorgeous people in a gorgeous house on Mercer Island on Sunday night. Until the gorgeous dinner pictures are uploaded, here's a pretty one of Greenlake for #4's illustration:
There are other ways to be productive in life, perhaps?
5.) I bought PERFUME this weekend! This has been a goal for some time now: to find a "signature scent." Alright boys, roll your eyes, but regardless: it has seemed like an important step into LADY-HOOD to find a pretty perfume to wear. Annie knows: I've sighed and bemoaned my scentless-existence for a while now. And now I am 25, and so the need has seemed more imminent, and I had birthday money, and I FOUND some this weekend! In fact, I found two:
This one is super girly:
And this one smells like limes and summer:
When I wear them, I feel like such a lady. I imagine I LOOK like one too, sniffling and snuffling at my wrists all the time.
6.) I WAS productive today! Wonderfully productive in fact, I got a HUGE job application done. This feat was met this evening, however, by news reports that the state of Washington is slashing the budget for schools and that thousands of teachers will be losing their jobs. How does that bode for a new teacher with no prior experience?
Badly, my friends. Quite badly indeed.
However, I am inexplicably not freaking out. I have every reason to be FREAKING OUT, but I just sort of keep coming back to this feeling that God will take care of me, and that God really DOES want me to be a teacher. Whether that means subbing for a year or more until I get hired, whether that means moving to Nashville, whether that means moving to podunk-town, WA-- I believe that He wants me to be a teacher, and that He'll work it out.
That's just a nice feeling.
I believe that is the end of my Monday pile of blog. Hope you all now feel inspired to toss your hair, or to viva your vida, or to smell nice, or to go for a sunshiney walk, or to feel at peace with wherever this madly spinning world is taking you.
Oct 13, 2008
Thoughts on Monday:
(A Smattering)
What?? 6:45 already? I need to get up. Do I need to get up? I don't need to shower.
....Yes I do need to shower. MEEHHHHHHH.
Still haven't done laundry. Crap. What is left. My blue turtle-neck sweater. How to do hair. Curly.
Ack, curly is so bad. How to fix the bad curliness. Put it up.
Turtle-neck sweater plus curly hair up equals prudish lady from 1883. Complete then with glasses. Perfect 1883. Should carry embroidery and/or needlepoint.
There is not enough coffee in the world.
Adam turned in his essaaaaaaay!!!! ...And it's awful, but he TURNED IT IN!!!! He even typed it!!!
Heather turned in her essay!!!! And she didn't write a conclusion, but the rest is really good, and she took my suggestion for an introductory hook! GOOO HEATHER!!!
What is wrong with Heather...? What is wrong with Leslie...? Are they high??
I wish Beau was still here. Yay Beau. Yay yay Beau.
In dance class, in front of the full length mirrors: SO look like I'm from 1883.
Remember to remember bank. Stop at bank. Be productive. Stop at bank. ...What?? It's Columbus Day? Since when?? And-- why didn't we get school off??
Skype with Beau. How do I look on computer screen. Greta. Don't be vain or stupid. But adjust the angle anyway.
Monday's deep thought: We will all be healthier, less grumpy people if we don't look for validation or fulfillment from each other. Got to get from God. GOT to GET from GOD. Then can be happy and helpful with others/friends/very nice boyfriend.
What a change: this weekend, Greta= glamourous queen with romantic spontaneous boyfriend who surprises her with a visit up from California... who goes walking with him in the rain... who pulls over on the side of the road to look at glorious sunsets... who gets kisses. Tonight: Greta= sweats-clad grad student... who eats cereal, toast, avocado, and leftover potato salad by herself for dinner... while listening to her professor give a lecture on podcast.
Weekend Greta is cooler than Monday Greta.
IT IS COLD IN THIS HOUSE. Rain sounds make house even colder.
Homework. Uck. Ucky ness. Blog instead. What about. I am smattering today. I am a scattering smattering flattering wattle.
Time to get back to work.
What?? 6:45 already? I need to get up. Do I need to get up? I don't need to shower.
....Yes I do need to shower. MEEHHHHHHH.
Still haven't done laundry. Crap. What is left. My blue turtle-neck sweater. How to do hair. Curly.
Ack, curly is so bad. How to fix the bad curliness. Put it up.
Turtle-neck sweater plus curly hair up equals prudish lady from 1883. Complete then with glasses. Perfect 1883. Should carry embroidery and/or needlepoint.
There is not enough coffee in the world.
Adam turned in his essaaaaaaay!!!! ...And it's awful, but he TURNED IT IN!!!! He even typed it!!!
Heather turned in her essay!!!! And she didn't write a conclusion, but the rest is really good, and she took my suggestion for an introductory hook! GOOO HEATHER!!!
What is wrong with Heather...? What is wrong with Leslie...? Are they high??
I wish Beau was still here. Yay Beau. Yay yay Beau.
In dance class, in front of the full length mirrors: SO look like I'm from 1883.
Remember to remember bank. Stop at bank. Be productive. Stop at bank. ...What?? It's Columbus Day? Since when?? And-- why didn't we get school off??
Skype with Beau. How do I look on computer screen. Greta. Don't be vain or stupid. But adjust the angle anyway.
Monday's deep thought: We will all be healthier, less grumpy people if we don't look for validation or fulfillment from each other. Got to get from God. GOT to GET from GOD. Then can be happy and helpful with others/friends/very nice boyfriend.
What a change: this weekend, Greta= glamourous queen with romantic spontaneous boyfriend who surprises her with a visit up from California... who goes walking with him in the rain... who pulls over on the side of the road to look at glorious sunsets... who gets kisses. Tonight: Greta= sweats-clad grad student... who eats cereal, toast, avocado, and leftover potato salad by herself for dinner... while listening to her professor give a lecture on podcast.
Weekend Greta is cooler than Monday Greta.
IT IS COLD IN THIS HOUSE. Rain sounds make house even colder.
Homework. Uck. Ucky ness. Blog instead. What about. I am smattering today. I am a scattering smattering flattering wattle.
Time to get back to work.
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