Why I should not (or should) be a public school teacher

On Thursday I filled in for a third grade teacher who had to leave school early for a doctor's appointment. Everyone knows that substitute teacher means that you get to act differently than you would if Ms. Real Teacher was in the room. I told myself what to expect that afternoon, especially since it was the end of the day and third graders get hyper during those hours. To my surprise, they weren't that bad. They had to take a science test, which meant complete silence, and then we finished doing class presentations on Simple Machines. We all moved to the carpeted book corner for a comfortable setting and each presenter stood in the front and center of our clump. 

The class had it's drama queens and incredibly obnoxious ADHD boys, but I let most of it slide since the presentations were fun and light-hearted. After each presentation I would stand back up and thank the student presenter, choose the next one, and then help them get situated. So while the next kid was setting up her project things began to get a little more hectic and I got a little more disturbed. The whiny girl of the class -with large glasses on -was sitting in the front row at a diagonal from me and the student presenting - therefore I was temporarily in her line of view. She whines loudly, "I CAN'T SEE!!!!" My quick, snappy voiced response was, "Well maybe you should get better....!" and I thought to myself, adults must NOT tell children to get better glasses. So I simply said, "Nevermind." THEN!!!! The Boy behind her says, "Can you move?! I can't see the project!" Again I snap back, "Do you honestly think that I am going to stand right here when she begins her presentation??? How many times I have I stood in front of our presenters today, huh?" He replies, "Oh....ok." That being said, the final presenter began her speech and I sat myself down behind the kids to quietly listen.

Boy oh boy.  Is that how I would be if I was a teacher? I think I'll start looking for another job this summer.

Total drag

I can't wait for February to be over. This sentiment is definitely reflected in my lack of blogging this month. I am sorry to fail to deliver. Thank the Lord there are only 28 days in February! 

Question for my faithful commenters: Are metallics still in? I find myself deeply attracted to fashion and accessories in golds, bronzes, and silvers? Those are timeless... right? I don't want to be the girl who looks like she is a modern day Star Trek freak.

This post is partially overdue

On Valentine's Day Mallory and I threw a baby shower for our sweet new friend Reta. Reta is due in April and we wanted to bless her with some precious baby girl items. Mallory and I had a delightful time preparing for the shower - below is snapshot of the morning:

                                                              The Brunch Spread 

The beautiful diaper cake we created!

 

In other news, Michael is away again ALL weekend long for a State wrestling tournament. I get so lonely without him. We spent the evening together last night by shopping and dining at Brick Oven. The pizza was so yummy AND I purchased a pair of Michael Kors Jeans from TJ Maxx and got a discount for the tiny black ink mark on them! Good times.

I hope I'm at least losing weight from all this

I have gone for over a week now without tasting any food. It's awful. Couldn't taste the surprise Valentine's dinner of crab cakes, twice baked potatoes, broccoli salad and Keswick Viognier. Couldn't taste the breakfast casserole, cinnamon rolls and fresh fruit. And worst of all, I can't taste any chocolate! I can't remember what it is like to breathe through my nose. This sickness is pointless. Last night I decided it was time to go see the doctor. Hopefully I can get in tomorrow morning and get some antibiotics to heal me. I'm a little frustrated because I just don't understand why I have to pay to go see some man who may or may not give me medicine that works in hopes of fixing this infection - when all the while - I personally know the greatest Healer in the universe. It makes me wonder why we get sick with these types of colds and viruses and a simple prayer for healing won't wipe away it all. I don't doubt God and His power, it just makes me wonder why things are the way they are.

Sister and Nails

As I mentioned in the previous post, Heather turned 21 last week. I went to visit her on Saturday in Harrisonburg. It was great. Good sister time and time with Matt, her boyfriend. We went to eat at this little Italian place called Bravos. Unfortunately, we did not get to share drinks with each other because we were both battling some type of illness. That will come later on in a visit she will make to C'ville where we shall partake in the delicacies of South Street, maybe, or St. Marteens. With Ashleigh of course. 

Here's a snap shot of both of us, not in our prime, during our pleasant Italian lunch:

In other news, Michael totally blessed me yesterday by surprising me with a Happy 2nd gift of a full manicure and pedicure gift certificate to Beauty Nail! I have never been there before, but I am so thrilled! I had just been talking about how long it had been since I had fully manicured nails (compliments of Jaime!). Best part is that he didn't have to pay full price because the shop belongs to one of his high school wrestler's family. I'm excited to go use it! Better brush up on my Vietnamese.