Tuesday, November 21, 2006
I love being a teacher. I knew I would love it before I even started. But these kids are exhausting. They are unforgiving the day after a substitute. They tell me about problems I can't possibly fix and tell me that they feel better just talking, but they leave me feeling helpless. They tell me when I am cranky in no uncertain terms. They let me know when they think I am having a bad hair day and where I can go to get bootlegged shoes. I am exhausted and need Thanksgiving.
They found my myspace page. Thank God I had it set to private because some of my friends are not 8th grade friendly. I had 13 friend requests from students; all of whom I went to one by one and let them know I would save their friend requests until they graduated high school. They were perplexed that there was an area of my life they don't have access to. I mean they know where I live, some of them have my cell phone number, one of them has my license plate memorized, and 59 of them have my undivided attention most days, but I am temporarily exhausted.
Do you know how crazy it can make you seeing the difference you make? It can make you crazier than not knowing because it comes with a responsibility that leaves your knees shaky and the last prayer out of your mouth each night, "And God I know you love them even more than I do."
They found my myspace page. Thank God I had it set to private because some of my friends are not 8th grade friendly. I had 13 friend requests from students; all of whom I went to one by one and let them know I would save their friend requests until they graduated high school. They were perplexed that there was an area of my life they don't have access to. I mean they know where I live, some of them have my cell phone number, one of them has my license plate memorized, and 59 of them have my undivided attention most days, but I am temporarily exhausted.
Do you know how crazy it can make you seeing the difference you make? It can make you crazier than not knowing because it comes with a responsibility that leaves your knees shaky and the last prayer out of your mouth each night, "And God I know you love them even more than I do."
Dear Häagen-Dazs,
Do you know how much I love you? I love that you created a flavor with the taste of Baileys. A flavor of ice cream that I feel compelled to make last over days and days because just eating spoonfuls at a time seems disrespectful. You are my winter go-to. Love, Jenn
