Fantastic calamari and a glass of wine thinking about what to teach these little bastards next week. They're loud, take forever to settle in, and drive me crazy. But I love them. They've already corrected their behavior after one week. Even though my desire to have my own kids is minimal, I love kids. I love imparting my vast amounts of knowledge on them and teaching them how to be an effective part of society. I'm a kid at heart.
We played a literacy game on Thursday. One was boggle style, which they taught me, the other was a story build where I wrote the first sentence of the story and they had to build the story two words at a time.
Three out of five stories discussed poop. 💩
One actually mentioned a nuclear brown bomb. That's good. I can feel that description. The word jumble happened to turn up the word penis, which, as a biology teacher, I could not deny. However, I had to deny "T-I-T and the same with an 's'" no slang just anatomically correct biological words.
I forgot to mention an actual to-may-to, to-mah-toe experience. I think I forgot. I can't remember and I'm on borrowed data right now so I can't check. Maybe I'll tell it twice. Screw you, I don't care. Anyways, I covered lunch for 4 year olds two days. I read them a story and said 'tomayto ' and they asked me why I was pronouncing it wrong. I expressed that I also speak English, but as a Canadian, we pronounce words differently.
'Will you teach us Canadian?'
'No, we speak English.'
Idiots.
Haha just kidding. So cute. But I'm a secondary teacher for sure! It's still illegal to strangle children, right?
Legal Disclosure: I do not want to actually, nor would I ever, Real Life, strangle a child. Kids love me and I love/hate them.
Super exciting news though... I'm going to Sydney for my 30th!! Going to go visit my dear Sam Boongum, fellow ed grad and expat. We gon' whoop it up like a bunch of teenagers on spring break. But the kind of teenagers that go to bed by 11.
Or maybe wilder.
Stay tuned.
My favorite day of the school year is pajama day. Hands down. It's SO comfortable.
Exhibit A
I slept in that.
Working at Crocus, I completely embraced 'lazy day.' One lazy day, I had to tend to a parent of a student who I had in my TA group. Midway through our conversation, I realize I'm in a full gray sweat suit. Most of the rest of the staff did not participate. So I look super slobby. Her sons academic future rests in my capable hands.
I stopped her, midsentence, to explain, "I don't normally dress like this."
She was cool though.
Words speak volumes.
So many volumes.
I'm still in awe at the fact that I live so close to the ocean. Went for a walk today to meet a fellow Canadian. I still can't believe that I live twenty minutes from the beach. She lives near, she's near my age, albeit younger, and she's got prior international teaching experience and has provided me with great tips :)
It's weird making friends at (almost) 30. Especially as a supply teacher. There for a day and then gone. The contract has been nice and I enjoy the people that I work with.
It's so strange.
I could have stayed in brandon and, to
Be honest, probably landed some type of gig for my third term and been guaranteed a permanent position. People have been confused by my position to choose not to do so.
I thrive in the unknown.
I thrive under pressure.
I was bored. It was as monotonous. Staying would have been the easy, safe decision.
A person can't grow within their comfort zone. Thus, I broke free.
Here, I'm new at everything.
Crossing the street... which way are you supposed to look first?
Teaching. Commanding control of a classroom and executing curriculum goals.
Making friends. I have few friends here. I have to push out of my comfortable introverted self.
I consider myself an ambivert, but the characteristics of an introvert easily overtake my reluctant urges to be social. Here, I can do that, but I will be alone.
Everyone is busy. Everyone has a life to live. Prior commitments. I can only crack into these opportunities peoples life's by imposing myself. Something that I'm not comfortable with. So I grow.
I had an opportunity to lessen my travel time to my new job. Some drunk with sores on his face offered me lodging at his place near the school. He liked my teeth and asked my name 5 times in 15 minutes. Likely won't take advantage of that.
Routine is great. Until it becomes boring. Change is great. Until you yearn for routine.
I feel that this is the life I'm destined to lived, should it be lived fully.
The constant roller coaster of uncertainty.
Intermittent moments of constancy, flourished by moments on interruption.
Coulda, shoulda, woulda,
That shouldn't be a problem for me, if I continue with this lifestyle.
Consistent, new challenges. In one way or another.
Serenity now.
Insanity later.
Next stop: George's Bar. A bar about nothing
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