I am totally losing it right now. I have had the worst week at work. I can't even handle it. Let me just give a little advice to you parents. I know that you want what is best for your child at school but do not go based on your neighbors opinions of teachers. Students success is rarely based on the teacher the child has. Their success is more determined by what is happening in the home in conjunction with the school. If a child learns that their parent will take them out of a class if they are not being successful because it is a bad teacher then the child doesn't realize the value of their responsibility in their learning. Plus, your neighbor doesn't always know which is the best teacher. Please think about this before you call to change your child's schedule. I had over 60 voicemails yesterday and probably another 30 today just for schedule changes.
Also, please really, really, really do your research before sending your child to a charter school. I know they have the reputation of being better because class sizes are smaller but there is no research out there that supports smaller class sizes equals better performance. What it does equal is better teacher retention and happier teachers. However, I would say about 70% of the students who come to my school from a charter school are behind in their English and math skills. If you would like more of my opinion on this let me know.
Don't even get me started on vouchers! :)
My ranting is over. I've just had a very bad day.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Useless Knowledge
If you read my previous post you read "Houston, we've had a problem." Many of you might have thought the correct quote is "Houston, we have a problem" as did I until a couple of weeks ago. I was watching some show in which they said that the crew on Apollo 13 actually said "Houston, we've had a problem." They changed it in the movie because it was a more theatrical the other way. Therefore, if you say it the first way you are quoting the astronauts. If you say it the second way you are quoting the movie.
I Hate to Complain but...
You I hate to be a complainer and it is something I don't want to make a habit of but I have to say that sometimes it is so annoying being a female. Any men reading this are forewarned. You might want to stop reading now if talking about the female body functioning is not for you.
Anyway...
It gets so annoying to wake up twenty minutes before your alarm in such terrible cramping. Can't it just wait twenty more minutes? At least give me that. You get up to realize that another pain of garments are ruined. You realize this is not going to be your favorite morning. If you are like me, you are impatient with medicine. I take 800 miligrams of IBProfen (spelling?) and within ten minutes it is not working quick enough so I take another 800 miligrams. I get tempted to take another 800 miligrams after another ten minutes but I usually get stopped by the nearest person. So after being woken up and realizing there is another pair of underwear ruined I then get to deal with the pain. (I haven't even mentioned the pain that comes before I start. My breasts get so tender I can't even run on the treadmill).
However, though this scenario is annoying, it is better than what the alternative could be. It could be that I am in Florida with a boy I am interested in and we are standing on the tarmack of the airport watching the air show. There is not a bathroom in site. I am wearing white shorts and I get the ever dreadful feeling of "I need to find a bathroom and stat." His house is an hour away and he is not with it enough to understand what it means when I tell him we need to find a bathroom. He says he will stop at one but then never does. I am just concentrating on keeping my legs crossed tightly (like that helps). Not only that, but he decides we need to stop at the grocery store to pick up some ice cream. An hour and a half later you finally get home and walk non chalantly to the bathroom. "Houston we've had a problem". I spend probably twenty minutes in the bathroom trying to get everything back to normal. That includes using fingernail clippers to cut your garments because they just need to be thrown away. I come out of the bathroom and am asked "Are you okay?'' I just nod my head because men just don't understand the constant fear of the unpredictable dear aunt that likes to visit at inopportune times.
Anyway, my complaining is now over. The IBProfen kicks in and we are semi back to normal. Give it a couple of days and we will be functioning without fear again.
Anyway...
It gets so annoying to wake up twenty minutes before your alarm in such terrible cramping. Can't it just wait twenty more minutes? At least give me that. You get up to realize that another pain of garments are ruined. You realize this is not going to be your favorite morning. If you are like me, you are impatient with medicine. I take 800 miligrams of IBProfen (spelling?) and within ten minutes it is not working quick enough so I take another 800 miligrams. I get tempted to take another 800 miligrams after another ten minutes but I usually get stopped by the nearest person. So after being woken up and realizing there is another pair of underwear ruined I then get to deal with the pain. (I haven't even mentioned the pain that comes before I start. My breasts get so tender I can't even run on the treadmill).
However, though this scenario is annoying, it is better than what the alternative could be. It could be that I am in Florida with a boy I am interested in and we are standing on the tarmack of the airport watching the air show. There is not a bathroom in site. I am wearing white shorts and I get the ever dreadful feeling of "I need to find a bathroom and stat." His house is an hour away and he is not with it enough to understand what it means when I tell him we need to find a bathroom. He says he will stop at one but then never does. I am just concentrating on keeping my legs crossed tightly (like that helps). Not only that, but he decides we need to stop at the grocery store to pick up some ice cream. An hour and a half later you finally get home and walk non chalantly to the bathroom. "Houston we've had a problem". I spend probably twenty minutes in the bathroom trying to get everything back to normal. That includes using fingernail clippers to cut your garments because they just need to be thrown away. I come out of the bathroom and am asked "Are you okay?'' I just nod my head because men just don't understand the constant fear of the unpredictable dear aunt that likes to visit at inopportune times.
Anyway, my complaining is now over. The IBProfen kicks in and we are semi back to normal. Give it a couple of days and we will be functioning without fear again.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Olympics
I love the olympics. I really, really do. There is just something about it that is so much more fun to watch than other sporting events. Right now they are showing President Bush leaving the basketball game and he has like twenty men in black suits trying to surround him. I could not imagine that. Kobe Bryant is being malled by Chinese fans. Scary. Anyway, I love the swimming, trampoline, table tennis, gymnastics... Actually, I love every sport but handball, equestrian, shooting, and archery. The rest I enjoy watching.
Stephanie and I decided that we are going to train for the olympics in rowing or curling. We think we are not too old for those. What event would you do?
Stephanie and I decided that we are going to train for the olympics in rowing or curling. We think we are not too old for those. What event would you do?
It's Been Awhile
Okay, so I realize I have not posted anything for a couple of weeks now. Let me apologize. I simply just forget.
Anyway, for those of you that are wondering, the waiter never called me. I am totally okay with that. I was actually really worried that he would call because I was so embarrassed. Plus, I honestly think that he was no older than 24. I don't know that a girl heading towards twenty-ten is his style.
I started work again. It is good to have a schedule again but this first week was one of the most difficult and busiest weeks since I've started at this school. Those of you that don't know, Richard who has been the other counselor at my school left to go to a high school so I am not the head counselor. This doesn't really mean anything other than I feel like I have more responsibility to make sure things are getting done. Our new counselor is just graduated so he is still learning the system. Also, he came from interning at a high school and high schools and middle schools are so different. We also work and a trimester, modified block schedule. We are the only school in the state that has it. Therefore, it is difficult to understand. I won't even begin to explain. Anyway, our schedule was all messed up and we had like 47 students in one class and that is not acceptable. I have been working all week to fix it. I stayed late every day except for Friday and that is just unheard of on the first week back. Needless to say, I have it 80% fixed so by Monday it should be completed. So again, it has been good to be productive again but it was a rough week and I was not a pleasant girl to be around.
Also, I have had many people ask me this lately (not just you Kelli), my degree is a Master's in School Counseling. The department is Educational Psychology but the degree is School Counseling. Most people think it is social work but they would be wrong.
Anyway, for those of you that are wondering, the waiter never called me. I am totally okay with that. I was actually really worried that he would call because I was so embarrassed. Plus, I honestly think that he was no older than 24. I don't know that a girl heading towards twenty-ten is his style.
I started work again. It is good to have a schedule again but this first week was one of the most difficult and busiest weeks since I've started at this school. Those of you that don't know, Richard who has been the other counselor at my school left to go to a high school so I am not the head counselor. This doesn't really mean anything other than I feel like I have more responsibility to make sure things are getting done. Our new counselor is just graduated so he is still learning the system. Also, he came from interning at a high school and high schools and middle schools are so different. We also work and a trimester, modified block schedule. We are the only school in the state that has it. Therefore, it is difficult to understand. I won't even begin to explain. Anyway, our schedule was all messed up and we had like 47 students in one class and that is not acceptable. I have been working all week to fix it. I stayed late every day except for Friday and that is just unheard of on the first week back. Needless to say, I have it 80% fixed so by Monday it should be completed. So again, it has been good to be productive again but it was a rough week and I was not a pleasant girl to be around.
Also, I have had many people ask me this lately (not just you Kelli), my degree is a Master's in School Counseling. The department is Educational Psychology but the degree is School Counseling. Most people think it is social work but they would be wrong.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I Honestly Think I've Gone Crazy
I know that I have not been updating my blog much but honestly I haven't really been up to much to have anything to say.
However, here is the funny story that emulates how lame I can be. So Steve and I went to Ichiban tonight to get half off sushi. I was so excited because I've been craving sushi for a couple of weeks now. Anyway, our waiter came to our table and he was so cute. He was so tall, which I made a comment about and found out he is 6'5". I said to Steve that he probably thought we were on a date. Therefore, Steve awkwardly said, "Oh that drink is my sister's". Who says that? It was so obviously awkward. Anyway, I was trying to be a little flirty but with Steve sitting across from me it was not easy. I thought to myself "I am going to leave him my phone number." Oh my goodness. I did it. I LEFT HIM MY PHONE NUMBER ON THE BOTTOM OF THE RECEIPT!!! Who does that? Holy Moly. I was so embarrassed. I wanted to leave the restaurant before he saw it so I was quickly leaving. However, he was coming up towards our table while I was leaving and I got nervous that he was going to see it before I left. He looked at me and said "Is everything all right". That is correct, he noticed I was a little disheveled. I said "Yup, thank you" and quickly ran out. Steve on the other hand was apparently in no hurry and walked about as fast as a slug. He just took his sweet little time. I was giving him the evil eye. I quickly got in my car and we left.
I can't believe I did that. I am lame. Oh well. What's done is done.
However, here is the funny story that emulates how lame I can be. So Steve and I went to Ichiban tonight to get half off sushi. I was so excited because I've been craving sushi for a couple of weeks now. Anyway, our waiter came to our table and he was so cute. He was so tall, which I made a comment about and found out he is 6'5". I said to Steve that he probably thought we were on a date. Therefore, Steve awkwardly said, "Oh that drink is my sister's". Who says that? It was so obviously awkward. Anyway, I was trying to be a little flirty but with Steve sitting across from me it was not easy. I thought to myself "I am going to leave him my phone number." Oh my goodness. I did it. I LEFT HIM MY PHONE NUMBER ON THE BOTTOM OF THE RECEIPT!!! Who does that? Holy Moly. I was so embarrassed. I wanted to leave the restaurant before he saw it so I was quickly leaving. However, he was coming up towards our table while I was leaving and I got nervous that he was going to see it before I left. He looked at me and said "Is everything all right". That is correct, he noticed I was a little disheveled. I said "Yup, thank you" and quickly ran out. Steve on the other hand was apparently in no hurry and walked about as fast as a slug. He just took his sweet little time. I was giving him the evil eye. I quickly got in my car and we left.
I can't believe I did that. I am lame. Oh well. What's done is done.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
It's Time to Go Back
Well, it is official. I am ready to go back to work. I haven't gotten way too comfortable sleeping in. Plus, I am low on funds so I have to limit my activities. Since I am home I don't make the best eating decisions. However, I do go to the gym every day so that is keeping me from getting larger. I go back to work on Aug. 4th and I will be welcoming it.
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