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Disappointed*
My lovelies, I’m upset. I do this EVERY time. Really, I should have learned my lesson a long time ago, but I keep getting sucked in and repeating the same mistakes. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let me explain… My life has changed a lot in the past month. Becoming a supply teacher has been amazing for so many reasons, but one of the things I love most about this job (besides the paycheck) is that I suddenly have all this time to read. For those outside the teaching world, most high school teachers teach three periods a day, with the fourth designated as a “prep” period for…
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The One Where A Kid Dives Out A Window*
So. In my ravings about being sick I casually mentioned that I’ve learned that supply teaching isn’t always sunshine and roses. My lovelies, it’s time to tell you a story… As you know, I spent nearly a week rocking a sexy man-voice and death cough. The combination of the two left me with a raspy whisper of a voice that rendered me incapable of speaking loudly or raising my voice at all as the strain would send me into a violent round of barking (aka: the death cough). By the end of the weekend I already had two days of teaching booked, and I was a little apprehensive about it.…
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The Super Sickness*
It finally happened. I avoided it alllllll winter, and even survived the spring allergy season before a sickness of proportions I haven’t known since my camp counselor days slammed my body into utter submission. Oh my lovelies, it was bad. Last Friday I noticed a little tickle in my throat while I was teaching. My throat felt a bit sore, but I didn’t think it was anything to be concerned about. By Friday night it hurt. I knew I had to nip this thing in the bud so I downed some no-name cough syrup and started on Vitamin C and Salt & Vinegar chips like it was nobody’s business. I…
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When it rains, it pours*
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Happiness*
I’ve noticed that I’m finding happiness in the smallest things these days. (Except in what came up when I google image searched the word “happy”. Apparently my definition of happy and the world’s view are slightly different. I was not expecting what came up. ha) These past three weeks have just been marvelous. I haven’t even received a paycheck yet (and have absolutely no idea what I’m making either) but honestly–I don’t care. Mind you, the first paycheck will be glorious, but I’m so enjoying life as a substitute teacher that I’d happy just to keep teaching. I can’t believe how different getting up every morning feels now. I wake…
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Old Spice, New Love*
Confession: I love commercials. Really, I do. I generally find them hilarious and sometimes more entertaining than whatever it is I’m watching. Now I should probably tell you that the last time I actually had cable TV was when I was 17, so I haven’t had to deal with them on a regular basis like most people. And so, much to the Hubster’s chagrin, I love commercials. (and movie previews, for that matter. He’d be happy never to see either one.) Now then. Every once in a while I see one that is just pure gold–one that makes me laugh until I cry in less than 30 seconds. It just…
