For those of you who only check this to see how the cute-factor of my kid only increases on an exponential scale: I'll post some pics soon. I haven't loaded any in a bit since my computer has been possessed. But, it would seem that Matt may have sufficiently exorcised it, so I can probably upload some more pics soon.
And, this is that time of the year. I started with this idea in the last post, but I've got to expand on it. This is the time of the year where I either want to hug my students and cherish every moment that I have with them before they leave, or I want to strangle them like Homer does to Bart. Sometimes I feel the same way about the same student...that's just how we roll in May. But, I'm feeling more warm and fuzzy than cold and prickly today, so I'm taking a moment to reflect on the degree of kick-assitude that my job holds.
I have got some of the most wonderful students who have so many abilities and are going to do such wonderful things with their lives. I love that some of them keep in touch with me, and I understand why some of them don't. I sort of fear that one thing that some people will remember about me (I tend to be somewhat crass and sarcastic--shocker, I know), but not too much. I love that our schedule and my course allows for me to build relationships with those students that are interested in it. I know that I've said this before, and I will most assuredly say it again: I really have the best job in the world. So much of that comes from having the best students in the world, so, thanks folks! Although, the best colleagues in the world help too ;)
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Whelmed
As my mom says, "I'm feeling whelmed. Which is one step away from overwhelmed."
It's just that time of the year:
--Seniors have 3 weeks left, everyone else 4 (or something)
--Progress reports are due this week. I have sooo much to grade still. Bleh.
--Max and Jackie are getting married (my little brother is getting married--this just *hit* me on Friday) in less than 2 weeks
--Matt's sister and her husband have been married for one year (Yeah! You've survived!) in 2 weeks...not that this in itself is particularly stressful, just that I'm remembering it so that we can properly acknowledge it
--Matt's folks are coming out here for the aforementioned wedding in less than 2 weeks (Yeah!)
--Oh-my-goodness-there's-still-so-much-to-do-for-the-wedding...
--At least the AP Chem exam is over
--I still have to finish my personal statement for my application to grad school. I know, I know...Matt says that we'll figure it out. So, I believe him. 'Nuff's 'nuff on this one. All I'm doing is burning daylight. I'm not getting any younger. So. There. You're all going to read about my stresses...2 parents both working full time and both going to school part time to complete two master's degrees at the same time with an almost-two-year-old at home (by the time that I start). Whatever.
--Oh, did I mention that we'd LOVE to move before then? We've just outgrown this place. So, we need to do something lest we stagnate...
--I think I killed my computer. It needs a Z-pack. Matt's cleaned it up twice, and it's still not better. I've got some insidious ad-ware thing on here.
--I'm supposed to be Walking for Water today, but it's raining. Irony.
--We have some of the best day care ladies in the world, and I want to do something for them for the end of the year. Any ideas? Time's a wastin'.
Whatever. It all gets done. Somehow, it all gets done.
I was chatting with my mom yesterday and I said that I've learned that in my 30's I have been busier than I feel like I have ever been before. I feel as if I have a millionty-two responsibilities that take me in 87 directions all at the same time. I most definitely sleep less than I ever have before, and I feel like the little lines around my eyes are becoming deeper...that eye cream that I ordered had better get here soon! Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining at all (well, maybe just griping a little). I love my life. I love my family. I love my job. I love being important to people. I know that I don't do it all--my house is a freakin' disaster and laundry has taken over the bedrooms--but, I think that I'm mostly there. Although, like I said, I think that I'm whelmed.
It's just that time of the year:
--Seniors have 3 weeks left, everyone else 4 (or something)
--Progress reports are due this week. I have sooo much to grade still. Bleh.
--Max and Jackie are getting married (my little brother is getting married--this just *hit* me on Friday) in less than 2 weeks
--Matt's sister and her husband have been married for one year (Yeah! You've survived!) in 2 weeks...not that this in itself is particularly stressful, just that I'm remembering it so that we can properly acknowledge it
--Matt's folks are coming out here for the aforementioned wedding in less than 2 weeks (Yeah!)
--Oh-my-goodness-there's-still-so-much-to-do-for-the-wedding...
--At least the AP Chem exam is over
--I still have to finish my personal statement for my application to grad school. I know, I know...Matt says that we'll figure it out. So, I believe him. 'Nuff's 'nuff on this one. All I'm doing is burning daylight. I'm not getting any younger. So. There. You're all going to read about my stresses...2 parents both working full time and both going to school part time to complete two master's degrees at the same time with an almost-two-year-old at home (by the time that I start). Whatever.
--Oh, did I mention that we'd LOVE to move before then? We've just outgrown this place. So, we need to do something lest we stagnate...
--I think I killed my computer. It needs a Z-pack. Matt's cleaned it up twice, and it's still not better. I've got some insidious ad-ware thing on here.
--I'm supposed to be Walking for Water today, but it's raining. Irony.
--We have some of the best day care ladies in the world, and I want to do something for them for the end of the year. Any ideas? Time's a wastin'.
Whatever. It all gets done. Somehow, it all gets done.
I was chatting with my mom yesterday and I said that I've learned that in my 30's I have been busier than I feel like I have ever been before. I feel as if I have a millionty-two responsibilities that take me in 87 directions all at the same time. I most definitely sleep less than I ever have before, and I feel like the little lines around my eyes are becoming deeper...that eye cream that I ordered had better get here soon! Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining at all (well, maybe just griping a little). I love my life. I love my family. I love my job. I love being important to people. I know that I don't do it all--my house is a freakin' disaster and laundry has taken over the bedrooms--but, I think that I'm mostly there. Although, like I said, I think that I'm whelmed.
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