The friends I went to see in Utah and I started this new blog:
http://sarahlacysarai.blogspot.com
It's not exciting yet. But it will be. Maybe.
2008-09-11
2008-09-09
Bitter??
Just wrote a really bitter blog about my students' parents...but I decided not to post it. :) Don't want to get in trouble.
I really do love my job....the kids are wonderful.
haha.
Maybe I'll post it in June.
I really do love my job....the kids are wonderful.
haha.
Maybe I'll post it in June.
2008-09-07
Quirks
Today I've been thinking about all the strange habits and quirks I've formed. So here's a list of the habits that control me the most.
1. Music plays in my head all day, and for some reason that music comes out in the form of teeth chattering. I tap my teeth to different beats constantly. If you watch me close you'll notice. It's like I have a drumline living in my gums.
2. I have what Freud would call an "oral fixation." I tend to want to experience the sense of touch through my mouth. Because of this, I cannot resist biting things like play-dough, erasers, memory foam, etc.... Also, I chew on pens and pencils constantly. (This might contirbute to the teeth chattering bit as well.)
3. I touch my hair all the time. I hate this habit, but I can't control it. Sometimes I'll even say to myself, "don't touch your hair!" and I still can't stop. Crazy.
4. I pull out my eyebrows and eyelashes. I know this one sounds crazy...I can't explain it, it just happens. Especially when I'm bored.
5. I set all clocks to a number that ends in 8. I loathe the number 5. I dislike odd numbers. And I have a simple dsitaste for zero. Numbers 2 and 6 will do if 8 doesn't work out, but 4 isn't really my cup of tea. Usually I set my alarm clock for 5:28. (I can't get away from the first 5, it's just how it has to be.) When I have to microwave something for a minute and half, I do 1:28. The list goes on.....
This is just the beginning of all my habits. I'm pretty sure I have way more quirks than most people. I don't know.
1. Music plays in my head all day, and for some reason that music comes out in the form of teeth chattering. I tap my teeth to different beats constantly. If you watch me close you'll notice. It's like I have a drumline living in my gums.
2. I have what Freud would call an "oral fixation." I tend to want to experience the sense of touch through my mouth. Because of this, I cannot resist biting things like play-dough, erasers, memory foam, etc.... Also, I chew on pens and pencils constantly. (This might contirbute to the teeth chattering bit as well.)
3. I touch my hair all the time. I hate this habit, but I can't control it. Sometimes I'll even say to myself, "don't touch your hair!" and I still can't stop. Crazy.
4. I pull out my eyebrows and eyelashes. I know this one sounds crazy...I can't explain it, it just happens. Especially when I'm bored.
5. I set all clocks to a number that ends in 8. I loathe the number 5. I dislike odd numbers. And I have a simple dsitaste for zero. Numbers 2 and 6 will do if 8 doesn't work out, but 4 isn't really my cup of tea. Usually I set my alarm clock for 5:28. (I can't get away from the first 5, it's just how it has to be.) When I have to microwave something for a minute and half, I do 1:28. The list goes on.....
This is just the beginning of all my habits. I'm pretty sure I have way more quirks than most people. I don't know.
2008-09-03
Time to breathe.
Teaching is absolutely nuts. But I also absolutely love it.
One of the things I love about first graders is that they're all head over heels in love with you...they seriously think I'm a saint. Every five minutes I hear "you're pretty Mrs. King," or "I love you Mrs. King," or "you're my favorite first grade teacher Mrs. King." Today someone told me that I looked fantastic, and another told me that I was the best guitar player in the whole world. It's pretty good for the ol' self-esteem.
Anyway, I'm loving it even though I no longer have time to blog.
The end.
One of the things I love about first graders is that they're all head over heels in love with you...they seriously think I'm a saint. Every five minutes I hear "you're pretty Mrs. King," or "I love you Mrs. King," or "you're my favorite first grade teacher Mrs. King." Today someone told me that I looked fantastic, and another told me that I was the best guitar player in the whole world. It's pretty good for the ol' self-esteem.
Anyway, I'm loving it even though I no longer have time to blog.
The end.
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