Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Thankful Feathers

Many second grade teachers in my school have a giant paper turkey cut out that gets adorned with feathers decorated by students and then hung outside the classroom. Each feather is done at home and is supposed to be filled with all of the things the student is thankful for. The teacher always puts one together too. This year I looked at the one of the class across the hall from me and saw one that broke my heart. The feather was beautifully done and along with all the usual (food, my parents, siblings, xbox, my dog) it said my mom's doctor. This child is the youngest of their siblings and has a mother who is battling a debilitating and life ending disease. I feel sad just knowing what this student is reminded of daily. None the less, they are an amazing and bright student who is kind and sweet. I want to thank this doctor for giving a child more time, quality time, with their mother.

Maybe I should make my thankful feather an put it outside my room. I have much to be thankful for.

Monday, November 7, 2011

I tried on a pair of $100 jeans yesterday. The fit was amazing. They had sparkles on the tush pockets. Want. So. Bad. Can. Not. Afford. I am seriously considering making Kyle and eat ramen for the next month for these pants. They fit so well and seriously, appropriate sparkles on the tush? How cute is that. I will accept amazing jeans donations. I wear a size 8 or a 29 in these particular pair. I think the brand was "Miss Me." My sister bought a pair because they were amazing. You can find her and ask her.


Ugh. Jean envy.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Bad Day Killer

This week has been rough for me for many reasons unrelated to each other. I found the way to kill the rough day downs. One of my students has many needs and participates in their own way everyday. They love coming to music class so very much. Their enthusiasm to see me and come to my rooms makes me forget so much other crap. Seeing someone sign "Music, Music, Music, please, please, Music!" over and over makes me want to hug and love them so much.  Even though I have a pretty good idea that I really don't want to touch them (germs, a little slobber, boogers, bits of lunch). You haven't lived until you have a student who has so many needs is able to participate with their peers just the same as the rest of the class, with a huge smile, jumping and laughing, and enjoying what everyone else is without someone helping them through it. Today I went on a pirate adventure with my first grade classes. All of the kids went on this musical pirate adventure. Everyone sang. Everyone danced. Everyone acted silly and loud. Everyone had a good time.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Sometimes a night out at the CSO makes a crappy day better. I still want to ditch work tomorrow and go shoe shopping all day tomorrow though

Thursday, October 27, 2011

I'm Despicable!

I'm Despicable! by musicgirl816
I'm Despicable!, a photo by musicgirl816 on Flickr.

I love Halloween so very much. I also love the movie Despicable Me so very much. Thus comes my costume this year. Ta-Da!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Friday Fill-in

1. How can I __get my hair to do what I want it to___?

2. __I am sitting on the couch with Charlotte ___ at the moment.

3. That summer, __I worked and went to school at the same time, remember that, yeah I do to and so does my BMI___.

4. __Charlotte wanted us to throw her tennis ball___ and we respected that.

5. What was __your name again___?

6. __Old friends and I need to___ stay in touch.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to __seeing Emily___, tomorrow my plans include __going to Allyson and Brian's wedding___ and Sunday, I want to __catch of on tv on hulu___!


I am in a blogging rut right now. So, here is a belated fill in to keep me a little honest.

Monday, October 3, 2011

oh man, not cool

This came from a co-worker so I may misquote it slightly. She will let me know and I will fix it if it is wrong.

We had a student report that another student tried to "kiss them like they were married" woops.