So my week was going by mighty nice. Monday the kids were good, Tuesday and Wednesday consisted of testing so those days were easy as well. Well as you all know, the good days don't last forever, I was bound for some sort of disaster soon enough. Actually I was surprised it lasted three days, minus the ants eating a friends brownies I had just made for their birthday, but anyway it was time for a day like Thursday...
I woke up Thursday morning with a sore throat, a stuffy nose and a pounding headache and lets just say it didn't get any better through out the day. My first few classes started out alright considering we had a lot to get through in a 45 min period. As most teachers know though it usually takes 5 min to get started and 5 min to get wrapped up so your usually left with 35 min. when all is said and done. We brainstormed ideas as a class on what things make up who we are, what our identity consists of. Then we looked at a power point on Frida Kahlo, a Mexican woman artist, who painted many self portraits relating to her struggles in life. We talked about who she was, what she did and looked at her portraits and tried to decipher what they meant. The kids loved this, but every class after those two in the morning would not stop talking out of turn, would talk when other people including myself was talking and we weren't even able to get to the video clip on Frida's life with the last few classes.
By the end of the day I was done... Done and done.... But this girl, yup this girl right here that was up since 6 am had a stuffy nose, sore throat that could barely talk anymore, had a pounding headache and an unpleasant day with the kids still had to head off to work at pier one for the rest of the night.
Well I left school around 4:10 and headed out to the Woodlands to pier one. Usually I get there like 45 min early after grabbing some food to go, because I never know how bad traffic will be. Well it started to rain and rain which caused the traffic to slow and stop... and stop... and stop. Perfect. Well I made it to Pier One around 5:35, an hour and 25 min later.
As hard as my day was going before, work seemed to make everything better : ) My manager stuck me in the back corner of the store and said here, make this area look good. Yes!!! My favorite thing to do!
I swear this stuff is like therapy to me. I was having a great night at work, until...
I had to hang stuff up on the wall and left the ladder out with the hammer on top, in which my manager ended up finding on her head : / Yup, my almost good night was ruined in a matter of seconds. After almost killing my manager and finishing up closing duties I was finally able to head home, crawl into bed and sleep the night away. Sometimes ending the day is the best part of the day.
I woke up Thursday morning with a sore throat, a stuffy nose and a pounding headache and lets just say it didn't get any better through out the day. My first few classes started out alright considering we had a lot to get through in a 45 min period. As most teachers know though it usually takes 5 min to get started and 5 min to get wrapped up so your usually left with 35 min. when all is said and done. We brainstormed ideas as a class on what things make up who we are, what our identity consists of. Then we looked at a power point on Frida Kahlo, a Mexican woman artist, who painted many self portraits relating to her struggles in life. We talked about who she was, what she did and looked at her portraits and tried to decipher what they meant. The kids loved this, but every class after those two in the morning would not stop talking out of turn, would talk when other people including myself was talking and we weren't even able to get to the video clip on Frida's life with the last few classes.
By the end of the day I was done... Done and done.... But this girl, yup this girl right here that was up since 6 am had a stuffy nose, sore throat that could barely talk anymore, had a pounding headache and an unpleasant day with the kids still had to head off to work at pier one for the rest of the night.
Well I left school around 4:10 and headed out to the Woodlands to pier one. Usually I get there like 45 min early after grabbing some food to go, because I never know how bad traffic will be. Well it started to rain and rain which caused the traffic to slow and stop... and stop... and stop. Perfect. Well I made it to Pier One around 5:35, an hour and 25 min later.
As hard as my day was going before, work seemed to make everything better : ) My manager stuck me in the back corner of the store and said here, make this area look good. Yes!!! My favorite thing to do!
I swear this stuff is like therapy to me. I was having a great night at work, until...
I had to hang stuff up on the wall and left the ladder out with the hammer on top, in which my manager ended up finding on her head : / Yup, my almost good night was ruined in a matter of seconds. After almost killing my manager and finishing up closing duties I was finally able to head home, crawl into bed and sleep the night away. Sometimes ending the day is the best part of the day.
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