Thursday, March 17, 2011

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I hope everyone survived the tomfoolery that is St. Patrick's Day in an elementary classroom.  We managed without too much of a ruckus.  In honor of this day, I thought I would tell you all my favorite Irish blessing (even though I am German, through and through).

An Irish Prayer

May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Thanks for nothing American Idol!

Every now and then I get the reminder that I am (insert ominous music here) old.  Parents never ask me, "You're the teacher?" anymore.  When I'm out in town with my own monkeys, former students greet me and introduce me to their children (I can't wait until I have the children of former students as students). 

I had another one of the unfortunate reminders tonight when watching Idol (yes, I consider myself and Idolooney).  Casey Abrams performed Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana.  The contestants had to choose songs from the year they were born.  Wait, what?  My favorite song from high school is from the year you were born?  I am theoretically old enough to be your mom?  Sheesh.  Let me just go ahead and buy some Centrum Silver on the way home tomorrow night.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Separation anxiety

This semester, I have a student teacher in my class.  It is much, much harder than I thought it was going to be for me.  At first, before the semester started, I was all like, "Student teacher?  Sure!  It will be super fun!  I will be an awesome mentor and it will totally look good on my resume'"  Now, I just miss my class.  I even waited to give up all the subjects until this week (I realize it was two weeks late...I just couldn't do it).  I feel a bit worthless right now.  I'm at school, but I'm not teaching (just so you don't think I'm a total slacker, I am working with our librarian pretty much all day...I love me some Dewey).  One of my young friends even asked me, "Where do you go when you leave us all day?"  Oh the guilt.  That made me have flashbacks of leaving the Cubscout at preschool for the first few times (before he realized/believed me that school was "fun").  Apparently, I enjoy my job.  A lot.  And it's hard for me to share.