Strep throat isn't very enjoyable. It's not cool at all. However, the doctor I went to looked just like Ryan from The Office, which...is quite cool. Since my last post I have read: Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers Ocean's Apart by Karen Kingsbury Mississippi Sissy by Kevin Sessums (native of grand ole Forest, MS, by the way) and Tears In A Bottle by Sylvia Bambola Right now i'm reading Like Dandelion Dust by Karen Kingsbury, which is book number 20 for me. I started it last summer but got sidetracked and never finished it. After almost eight months at my job of sort of filling in as a teacher in whatever class they needed me in, they put me (at least semi-permanently) in the one class i wanted the very very least. The two year olds. Every day I have 12 of them and they drive me absolutely insane. They bite, they pinch, they spit, they hit, they eat bugs and dirt, and lately have found it quite entertaining to lick the concrete, as well as the bottoms of their shoes. And when you tell them to stop they just look at you like, "hah, yeah, and just what do you think you're going to do about it if i don't stop?" They've gone through numerous teachers. They know exactly how to break them: at the slightest sense of stress, they attack. They really do. They feed upon your reaction and sense stress like a dog senses fear. Now, some people can handle two year olds. Some people even PREFER two's over any other age group. And I respect and appreciate those psychos. You know, though... as much as they frustrate me and drive me insane every day... they're actually kind of starting to grow on me. A little. Well, some of them.
those are two of my three girls in the class. absolute sweethearts. then you have the boys. Joe only answers me if i quack at the end of my request. He claims he's a duck, so he thinks you're speaking duck by speaking normally then adding a quack at the end of your sentence. "Joe, stop running around the room half naked and let me put your pull-up on you." He doesn't even blink. Just keeps on running. "Joe, stop running around the room half naked and let me put your pull up on you...quack." He runs right over to me and puts the pull-up on himself. Sigh. more on that subject some other time. |