This week has been insane... quite painful actually. You've NEVER experienced shear chaotic loudness until you've taught middle school the last week of school. They are monsters. Yesterday 5th period decided to heave each other across the room. Two kids thought spit wads through stolen Arby's straws would add a much needed decor to my room, and yet another ruled in favor of smashing red mud into my carpet. Needless to say, I strongly dislike them. There will be NO bittersweet feelings of letting them go away forever. The class of 2011 has successfully succeeded in taking several years off my life span. I've never seen anything like it. It's almost as if they've taken heroin or at least a full three liters of harsh energy drink before they come to class. Wretched little souls they are. No wonder I'm cynical, sarcastic, and hard. No wonder I'm not fluffy and friendly. No wonder I don't smile often. Spend a day in my classroom and you'll ask no more why I'm brash and unfeeling. Seriously, this profession is the best type of birth control on the market.
Having survived grading 200 essays, 150 term projects, and a slew of grading that puts climbing Everest to shame, I am pleased to inform you that I will not be staying in my classroom until midnight tonight. The dance recitals are finally finished and the craziness of May is soon to turn into summer bliss and celestial glory. Hello NYC! Bring on D.C. Where have you been Lake Powell? I have some lofty goals: We'll try to rent the condo, I want to finish my book, and there may even be some sewing in the mix. Let us not count out projects with the blessed Cricut we bought mom for Mother's Day. In addition to a few wedding videos in the mix, this summer will include naps (what are those again?), lunch (oh the joy of this new, soon-to-be-found meal), and movies (here I come Indy and Narnia!). Bring it on!!!!
Here are some prime Mother's Day opps.
Quinn shed mercy on me and cooked a glorious Sunday dinner for us. I was in the middle of grading 200 essays and exhibiting full proof signs of a large mental-health stress break down.
This is me exuding joyous strains of relief at having survived the 9th grade!
5 comments:
Hooray!! You made it. I am so jealous of you having your summers off. Did you cut your hair? It looks very cute.
oh my gosh, that's way too weird... that is my exact haircut... I'm talking exact. We must have been on the same wavelength. I will take a picture of mine for you so you can freak out on how we are twinners! You have the cutest teaching clothes. I tried to buy you a polka dot dress but I totally chickened out. I think you have the best style, and I don't want to disappoint. Must I mention again how much I enjoy this blogging thing. Where has this been all my life? I feel like we see each other everyday now.
You're a good woman, Nicole. Don't be afraid to have your own though. Your kids will be smart, polite, compassionate and kind, because that is what you are. I can't wait till you get to be home with your own little ones and rid of "other people's kids." You're a trooper!
Aw, that top picture made me moderately miss my ballet students. (tear).
by the way. . . I LOOOOVE the hair.
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