Additional Tidbits

It was brought to my attention over the course of this past week that I left out some important details from my experience at Ashley Community Schools.

So here it goes.

I'm not an educator, in case that wasn't obvious before.

I am the youngest teacher in the building the closest to me in age is I believe 3 years older.

According to a Kindergardener, I look pregnant. I was then asked by a high school class if I was going to announce a pregnancy... They seem slightly baby crazed at this school... I AM NOT PREGNANT AND I DO NOT WANT A CHILD AT THIS POINT IN MY LIFE!

According to a fourth grader, I have a problem with my skin because my face turns red. "You should get some cream for your face so that it isn't so red all the time."

Apparently, I am British and have the appropriate accent for it.

One of the lovely ladies that I have lunch with is the one that gave me this regal distinction. She even took the time to patiently explain the game of baseball to me. I hear that it is a lot like cricket.

Lunch time is a riot with my new friends. We always have a story to tell each other and most days lead to so much laughter that I am in tears before I have to go back and try to teach the unruly mob.

Junior boys ARE the unruly mob.

Sometimes I have daydreams of bringing in a real Mexican gang member just to scare the unruly mob. They have some twisted idea of how cool it would be in one of those gangs. I don't even know anyone in a gang, so that idea is out the window.

I've been invited on the end of the year fieldtrip. I've already forgotten the name of the place but it sounds like a riot and hopefully we as chaperons won't be left out of the fun.

I'm counting the days until Spring Break and I can honestly say that it isn't coming fast enough.

There are two weeks and counting until Spring Break.

Midterms are on Friday this week and my kids had better study because this will not be an easy test.

I got a perm. My hair is super curly. I don't think that anyone from the school even noticed unless I told them... they haven't known me long enough to really know the difference so they are forgiven.    I LOVE MY CURLS!

I'm really trying hard to hold back the stupid humor that I'm not sure many people would understand.

I am sometimes baffled by the children and the things they have never heard of or don't pay attention to. They can watch a video of a rapper trying to bring awareness to the problem of severe poverty and only see the fact that he has tattoos and he styles his hair different than famous people in the U.S. FRUSTRATION!

One the same token and to end on a good note, there are some students who are genuinely interested in what I'm teaching them. If it weren't for them I would have already made a decision about staying or leaving once June rolls around.

Of course, my new friends come into the mix of the good stuff also. The same ones who threw a hissy fit when they weren't mentioned in my last blog. Thanks for keeping my spirits up!

To catch you up on the hand situation,

I'm in a cast. No surgery required. I have this cast until the 26th then I get another for 2 weeks. This one is green for St. Patties day and I think that I'll do purple for the next.

The cast has been beautified by Cassi who also took time to do my nails and watch movies with me this past Friday.

I am still open to other artists who would like to make their mark. The only rules are that it must be school appropriate and it must not be a signature.

Bring a sharpie to lunch.

I think that's about all I have for now.

As Always,

Blessed Be