another week down. i’ve begun to feel the weight of third quarter. last week i had to remind myself multiple times a day that i love my job and that one day Jesus will make all things right. this week, thankfully, not so much. i think it helps that my seniors aren’t crying and whining over alice’s adventures in wonderland as they have over EVERYTHING ELSE THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE SCHOOL YEAR. bleh.
we’re almost half way through alice, we covered the caterpillar and his hookah today. one of the kids, whom i didn’t think was paying a lick of attention, stopped me and said “miss? are you listening to what you’re reading? i don’t think it’s really appropriate.” which is just beautiful irony as i’m constantly having to tell this kid to shut his mouth with his drug talk and inuendos. i said, very much trying to keep a straight face, “i don’t know what you are talking about. it’s a children’s story and we’re reading it as such.” this weekend i need to finish my carroll ppt that will get into the seedier side of wonderland and its various theories; i don’t want to influence their opinions prior to reading.
yesterday was a particulary fun day as a coworker and i made smores on planning and i had fabulous literary discussions on romeo and juliet with my freshies and alice with the seniors. though it took a tailspin in sixth when an ap, a disciplinarian and corporal had to come in to search my lovlies for an mia watch. sigh. it was…frustrating. and it was a rather expensive watch. i like to think that i’ve no thieves in that class, i know i’ve them in others, but…they’re kids and if an opportunity presents itself…ugh. i felt wretched for my coworker to whom the watch belonged. today was his last day and that’s a lousy note to leave on.
lots to do this weekend. at this moment my mom is in the er with my gram because she fell and apparently her eye is swollen shut. i feel so bad for my gram. she’s still rather healthy but she’s so unsteady and has fallen so many times in the last year. it’s an amazing blessing that she hasn’t broken anything. brannagh and i will go by for a visit tomorrow. she’s stuggled quite a bit since Christmas 2010. scares me. mom said she fell at 130 and was there till she came home at 545. she doesn’t love Jesus, nor, grasp (like many, i suppose…) that Jesus does not equal religion. or being religious. sigh. this is where i begin to wrestle with my calvinistic leanings. :/
