Sunday, September 23, 2012

Even the mighty fall

After battling a horrible cold/flu/chest thingy all week, I admitted defeat. I went to school long enough to get my afternoon classes covered then came home. I'll be the first one to admit that I'll call in sick when I can. Yet, there is something about being a teacher that makes you NOT want to call in sick unless absolutely necessary. I woke up Friday morning feeling like I had been hit by a train but still went to school. It was in between coughing fits that I realized; I need to go home. I spent most of the weekend in bed or on the couch. I even missed going to Boise with Lisa to see Les Miserables. Now you know just how horrible I was feeling! AND, I don't think my fellow theater goers would have appreciated all the coughing and phlegm...just sayin'. However, I am feeling much better and sound semi-normal. Which means...I'll definitely be heading to school tomorrow!

My first month of teaching in my own classroom has definitely been an adventure! I come home most nights with a whole host of funny/frustrating/weird stories about my students. I keep saying that I'm going to write them all down. Perhaps I will, eventually...when I'm caught up on my grading and planning and all the other things I need to so. So that means probably not ever. It's too bad...they're really funny.

And because I didn't get to see Les Miserables this weekend...

Ah man...that note at 1:31...chills my friends, chills.


The Rooster said...

Proud of you, sis. Just know you're making a difference in the lives of these kids. Keep up the good fight.

Grandma Cebe said...

Just have to say, the last time I heard "One Day More" it was being played on the piano in the lobby of the JSMB during the lunch hour. This beautiful ballad was destroyed by some woman who seemed to think that a bouncy, upbeat, perky rendition filled with trills and frills was much better. It was all I could do keep from leaving the desk on the 2nd floor reception and go down and ask her to PLEASE STOP.