When Something Good, Like Shoes, Goes Bad

Sigh. Pathetic, isn't it?

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Ahhhh...the Joys of School

I recently realized that I have now entered a new realm within the world that is known as school. It is the realm of the teacher. It requires me to multi-task, remember, and perform miracles on a level that I didn't think a human being could possibly function. However, I find that I truly love being a teacher. The comments from kids alone are enough to keep me coming back to work. For example: "Ms. Pittman, I know where there's a room in this school that's full of light houses."....don't ask. Anyhoo, it has been an eye-opener. Let's just say I'm reeeeeeally glad I work in the district I do.

Aside from having bronchitis and a sinus infection, things have gone pretty smoothly the past couple of weeks. (And yes, I'm sick....again). Well, except for the fact that my mother and I had the most irrational fight I believe I have ever had, and it was me that was the irrational one. sigh. Not my best moment. Don't worry, I apologized like a good daughter should.

Well, I guess there is only one thing left for me to do, and that is to make another list. This one will be about things that I love about school (*clearing throat*):

Sharpies
Post-it notes
Dry erase boards and markers
Walking in the halls when everyone else is in class
Writing on an overhead
Hearing the question: "Can we please read?"
Hearing the phrase: "Oh...I get it."
Seeing students smile (in a good way) as I teach.

Sigh. The End.

k, bye.

I Really Don't Know How I'm Functioning

So, I've had a fabulous last couple of weeks (including such events as a family reunion in San Antonio and a Galveston trip with Amber and Emily *see pictures below*), but yesterday and today make up for all that fun. Sigh. Yesterday, I left a very exacerbated message on Emily's cell phone in which I ranted about idiot 60 year-old men that insist on being rude, and that I still haven't completed my classroom, even though I've spent the last 50 million man hours on it. Not to mention the fact that I was all alone on a Friday night feeling utterly like a loser because I was all sweaty and nasty from the classroom work and people kept looking at me weird (well, that looking at me weird part is fairly normal, but I just couldn't handle it that day). PLUS I wanted to cry for NO reason at all--this is why I called Emily. Today, was a little better, but I still spent 5 hours in my classroom assembling a fan, putting up two bulletin boards, laminating, and stapling everything in sight. Then, I came home and prepared a lesson for Gospel Doctrine tomorrow. I need a Snickers. [King-size that is ;) ] Maybe it won't hurt when I walk tomorrow. Wish me luck.

P.S. Matt your message on Emily's phone is a wonderful little ray of sunshine. When I was waiting for Emily's voice mail to pick up yesterday so I could leave my disturbing message, it made me smile and feel a little bit better. Thank you my dashing British friend!

Ah, Galveston. I had no idea I would have such a fantastic time there. hehe. I think Amber and Emily had a little something to do with that. :) The water was soooo warm (80 degrees!); it was superb! My favorite thing at the beach had to be all the jumping fish. Weird, yes, but I thought it was funny and kind of cute. The background picture to this collage is Galveston beach, then there is the Kemah Boardwalk, and of course, Emily and Amber--aren't they so adorable you just want to vomit? Good times.
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The family reunion was extremely enjoyable. One such enjoyable event was my nephew (Garrett) sitting on my brother-in-law's shoulders, repeatedly using his "power tool" to screw up the loose parts of Paul's skull. (side note: The girl in the foreground is my niece Olivia who is 13.)
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