"Back to school. Back to school, to prove to Dad I'm not a fool"
hahah cannot stop singing Billy Madison's little diddy.
I cannot believe it but here it is. The school year is upon us and I am teaching an entire class. Well.. trying to.
I've got one huge mound of opposition. She has a name but we will call her, Big B.
And man is she one. At 50 somethin' to still be playin bullshit games it's unbelievable to me. I want to teach kids. Not scream and yell at them. I guess when you bring an entire box of "treats" every day to bribe children then of course they will love you.
My approach is a little different but I can't even get into that right now. She gets me so riled up it's not even worth it most times. She's crazy and mark my words, I am going to make her life HELL until she walks her ass out the door.
I can play this game Big B... and trust me I'm better at it.
Half your age, half your size and double your brains.
Watch and see which one of us walks out that door first.
Amzingly that is one of my lesser concerns these days. Trying to tackle this classroom by myself is another one that makes me want to rip out my hair daily because I feel so ill equipped at the planning part.. the creativity I got down pat. The follow through, is what I've never been good at.
But this job is making me figure it out. Which is cool. My boss today found out about the idea of me moving to Costa Rica to persue a teaching type job there and she swore up and down she wasn't letting me go. That in the last 4 years in that classroom I am the best teacher these children have had. It feels amazing to hear that.
Costa Rica was already out before she said anything but mostly because of one of my other more pressing issues
Holy crap. I know people talk about this time in your life where everyone gets married and the single ones (OBVIOUSLY ME!) are always tossed around in the whirling winds of wedding season.
Have you seen the movie 27 dresses?
Well I should sue because apparently that movie was about me and I didn't even know it.
I'm working on being a bridesmaid for the 3rd tim in 4 months this year. WHile missing 3 weddings in attendance due to conflicting schedules also while trying to make it to 3 other sets of wedding related parties and such.
People. Stop being in love for like 8 seconds so this girl can breathe. Or at least find me a boyfriend who could handle watching his gf be a bridesmaid 1235 more times before he starts to freak out and run.
Also, that brings up another one of my issues thats weighing on me.
Why the EFF would I be dreaming about my ex?
Like, every single night he is in at least one if not more dreams.
Um. No thank you.
Seriously, no friggin thank you. I hate waking up and thinking about him it's just stupid. There have been other exes in the dreams which I should probably just look up and see what it means because it's starting to freak my freak.
But by far the biggest issue in my life right now is my food allergies.
Or assumed food allergies. I have no idea what is really going on with me but I feel like I'm dying.. in a food allergy sort of death.
Let me explain.
You HAVE to eat to live.
But involved is so much pain and discomfort and distress that it feels like I'd rather starve at some points.
How can this be me? I am so freaking low maintenence that it irks me to admit my body ain't workin right. At 25 I feel like a loser for having all these issues.
But god bless getting some form of insurance soon and I will be able to go to the doctor's and go check that out. Only a month more of pure agony.
Should be no problem right.
Oh yeah I have to go make dinner now. I'm afraid to cook anything. This should be awesome.
Someone please check on me in a week.
I'm gonna blame the lack of nutrition for the reason this post makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. I would apologize but what's the point I'm dying anyway.
(Lol. I spend all day with 5-12 year olds.. they've taught me the art of being Melodramatic!)