I was looking at my posts for March and I've been slightly grumpy so here's my current favorite song, so you all don't think I'm depressed. I have listened to this song every night while I'm planning my lessons for the next day. It's so good.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Ugh.
That is how I feel right now as I eat my feelings with chips and dip. I am irritable. I'm still limping and I have to get an MRI on Thursday that is going to cost too much money and I might not be able to go to my Michael Buble concert tomorrow. I'm mad at Ticketmaster who I loved so much last fall when I bought the wicked tickets for the wrong date and they fixed it so fast.
I'm mad because I pulled up my confirmation email for this concert yesterday to make sure I had everything ready for Wed. and it said you had to bring the credit card that purchased the tickets. I realized that Leo lost that card a couple months ago, so I thought, Ok, I'll call and have them transfer it to another card. Well, apparently, my situation was completely crazy and unique and they had never heard of anything like this ever happening! Because they said the credit card company has to fax over proof that the card is cancelled, which takes 5 processing days. and Leo has to come to the ticket booth (even though he's not seeing the concert, me and my friend Amy are going, but I used his credit card to buy the tickets because he's my husband!) so, yeah, Leo has to come and show his credit card and then leave! What the heck, right? Basically, my husband's amazing and was on the phone for 2 hours while I was at work trying to get it figured out. I'm planning on them not letting us in tomorrow so if they do it'll be awesome. But, Leo's going to drive all the way up there with the next credit card, explain the situation, and see if they would allow a verbal confirmation from Discover over the phone. This is why I'm annoyed and need to blog.
I'm mad because I pulled up my confirmation email for this concert yesterday to make sure I had everything ready for Wed. and it said you had to bring the credit card that purchased the tickets. I realized that Leo lost that card a couple months ago, so I thought, Ok, I'll call and have them transfer it to another card. Well, apparently, my situation was completely crazy and unique and they had never heard of anything like this ever happening! Because they said the credit card company has to fax over proof that the card is cancelled, which takes 5 processing days. and Leo has to come to the ticket booth (even though he's not seeing the concert, me and my friend Amy are going, but I used his credit card to buy the tickets because he's my husband!) so, yeah, Leo has to come and show his credit card and then leave! What the heck, right? Basically, my husband's amazing and was on the phone for 2 hours while I was at work trying to get it figured out. I'm planning on them not letting us in tomorrow so if they do it'll be awesome. But, Leo's going to drive all the way up there with the next credit card, explain the situation, and see if they would allow a verbal confirmation from Discover over the phone. This is why I'm annoyed and need to blog.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Diagnosis
It's official. I have a name for my pains... You ready? I have.... "radiculopathy". It sounds like either a character on Sesame Street or a name Dr. Seuss would come up with. Well, it's not an actual disease, just a condition. I even have to get an MRI and possibly have physical therapy. It's slightly hilarious. I don't have any kind of medical history and one day I wake up and my back hurts, which turns into my leg hurts and now I have to get an MRI and go to a physical therapist. Probably not for long but she basically said I just need to make sure I have a strong back. So, she prescribed me some steroid things and hopefully that'll take away my limping and symptoms. At least I have somewhat of an answer. But she said I'll probably always be prone to this type of thing. Boo.
My husband thinks I'm crazy because I love the name of the diagnosis. I keep saying, "Oh, you didn't know? I have radiculopathy." He's like, "Why are you proud of your illness?" Because the name rocks, that's why.
My husband thinks I'm crazy because I love the name of the diagnosis. I keep saying, "Oh, you didn't know? I have radiculopathy." He's like, "Why are you proud of your illness?" Because the name rocks, that's why.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Peg Leg
So, I have to talk about my random pains.... It is the weirdest thing ever. Ok. So, last Sunday, my back started hurting really bad. It felt like I had thrown my back out (Yes, I'm 85 yrs old). I couldn't bend at all from my waist and if I had to go down, I had to completely squat from my legs while my back stayed straight. You can imagine, it was a long 3 days in a 1st grade classroom, where pretty much all you do is bend down to talk to kids. That lasted until Friday, when all the sudden my back didn't hurt as much but my whole left leg started throbbing. It was awful. I could not get comfortable and even laying down, it just ached so badly. My poor husband thought I was going to die, because I'm never sick or anything, he hadn't ever seen me in pain. Well, then Saturday, my back didn't hurt at all, and really my left thigh didn't either. But now, all the pain was located into my calf. It was just moving lower and lower. Basically, I limped all Saturday, which was annoying because I had a baby shower and big group activity at night, so everyone was like, "What's wrong with your foot?!" over and over again. My calf didn't hurt unless I didn't limp and then it turned into an automatic charlie horse, which I decided to just limp after that happened once. It was bad. So, then today... I woke up and got out of bed and it's still in my calf. But, it hurts today, more than it hurt yesterday, even if I limp. I had to take much smaller steps than yesterday, like my calf could not use any muscle to stretch. So, I limped around really slowly. Annnd, my foot feels like its constantly coming out of being asleep. So, its always tingly. Well, there you go. I'm a freak. I'm even going to the doctor's this week. I haven't been to the general doctor since I was like 5, seriously. So, if this has happened to any of you, could you please diagnose me? It would be much appreciated.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Rough lesson.
Oh snap. Yesterday, I did an Interactive Writing lesson where the students "share the pen". Basically, they help write something on a big piece of chart paper. And that lesson went amazingly! It was pure goodness. The students generated fantastic ideas, actively participated, and then were so quiet during independent work. I came home feeling like I had accomplished something great, plus it made a very cute wall display :)
Then today happened. I taught my first math lesson. Math stresses me out because I don't feel like I actually understand the concepts as well as I should. But that wasn't really the problem because my students understood things really well, but my management was unfortunate. At one point, I had to look at my cooperating teacher for help because I was talking and no one was listening. I did my attention grabber and they looked at me like "why are you talking" and then kept playing their game. So, I looked at my teacher and said "help me" with my eyes. She had to just quietly say, class you need to be looking at Mrs. (my last name). And then, they gave me their undivided attention. I felt like such a loser. It's so tricky when you're teaching in someone else's classroom because I don't want to do anything she wouldn't want me to do with her kids.
So, long story short, I'm really glad I wasn't getting officially observed today. That sounds more positive, right? However, my next observation, I will be teaching another math lesson. Fingers crossed that it goes well.
Then today happened. I taught my first math lesson. Math stresses me out because I don't feel like I actually understand the concepts as well as I should. But that wasn't really the problem because my students understood things really well, but my management was unfortunate. At one point, I had to look at my cooperating teacher for help because I was talking and no one was listening. I did my attention grabber and they looked at me like "why are you talking" and then kept playing their game. So, I looked at my teacher and said "help me" with my eyes. She had to just quietly say, class you need to be looking at Mrs. (my last name). And then, they gave me their undivided attention. I felt like such a loser. It's so tricky when you're teaching in someone else's classroom because I don't want to do anything she wouldn't want me to do with her kids.
So, long story short, I'm really glad I wasn't getting officially observed today. That sounds more positive, right? However, my next observation, I will be teaching another math lesson. Fingers crossed that it goes well.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
What a paradox?
Ok, I don't think today was actually very paradoxical (sp?) but I wanted to use that word. Irony is probably a better word. Yes, I'll stick with irony.
1st reason for irony: So... lately, I've been feeling rather bitter about my job (reminder: I work in a kid's clothing store) I don't work very much right now, which is fine because school keeps me busy. I'm not bitter about that.... but the fact that when I do work, I look at the things customers say and wonder, "You want to return the pair of shoes your child wore for a week and are covered in dirt and scuffs because they gave her a blister? Interesting...." I have to control the faces I make at people too because I'm not good at hiding my "You are a dumb person" face. Plus, I've been in retail for 5 years and it's really the only job I've ever had and well, it's getting old. And I'm slightly sick of having to push people into the credit card, get their email/ phone number and get our percentages higher... the list goes on and on and I just want to say. It's a clothing store! It's not that important! So these are the reasons I am bitter.
Well, today, I was supposed to work 9-2 but my co-worker/favorite person in the world, Amy was sick and so I stayed until 4ish so she could come in a little later. Anyway, it was super busy and I rang almost the whole time and of course, a huge coke spilled all over the floor and I went to mop it up while there are 30 people waiting in line. You get the picture.
2nd reason for irony: I don't really like old people. I hate feeling like I'm talking down to them. I don't like the way they smell, move slowly, etc. This will make sense soon.
About 10 minutes before 4 (I knew Amy was coming in around 4), an elderly woman comes up to the desk and says, "Can you help me put a few outfits together?" Everyone knows that this question from a grandma means you will now have to plan the entire family picture and their outfits and help her decide on what sizes, colors, and fit it into her budget. But she asks me directly and I say yes. And she's like, "Are you sure it's okay if you to leave the desk?" I jokingly said, "Well, of course, Thank you for letting me get away from there." She laughed abnormally loud for an old woman and I instantly could tell that we might end up being friends.
I helped her put 2 outfits together for her granddaughters (not nearly as much as I thought when she showed me her notes from the mom of the girls, which btw- grandma's always bring in notes of sizes of kids and then they can't understand their notes)
She was very sweet and grateful the whole time. Then, I went and rang her up and gave her a coupon, mostly because she thought I was funny. I asked if she needed gift receipts, which she did and helped her get the outfits in boxes. She put her hand on mine and said "Thank you ever so much." Then she asked if I had a boss. Terri, my manager was at the register next to me and said, Yes, she's my boss. She waddled over to her and said, "Ma'am, I just want you to know, this girl here is a pleasure to work with and she deserves anything you can give her. This was my first time in the store and I'm coming back because of her."
I laughed and she made her way out of the store. The man that Terri was ringing up was like, "Wow, she liked you." I said, "Yep, I'm saving the world, one outfit at a time." Then, it was like 4:20 and Amy had been there since 4, so I booked it home.
So why is that ironic? Well, because I didn't think putting outfits together for an old lady would make me like my job again, even if it's only for a short time.
P.S. For those of you who work with me: Relax, I'm not quitting. You know it'll be really hard for me to leave that darn store.
P.P.S. I got a ticket for my expired registration on the way home. I never get tickets. In fact, I don't think I've ever gotten an actual ticket. I cried. I'm such a baby.
1st reason for irony: So... lately, I've been feeling rather bitter about my job (reminder: I work in a kid's clothing store) I don't work very much right now, which is fine because school keeps me busy. I'm not bitter about that.... but the fact that when I do work, I look at the things customers say and wonder, "You want to return the pair of shoes your child wore for a week and are covered in dirt and scuffs because they gave her a blister? Interesting...." I have to control the faces I make at people too because I'm not good at hiding my "You are a dumb person" face. Plus, I've been in retail for 5 years and it's really the only job I've ever had and well, it's getting old. And I'm slightly sick of having to push people into the credit card, get their email/ phone number and get our percentages higher... the list goes on and on and I just want to say. It's a clothing store! It's not that important! So these are the reasons I am bitter.
Well, today, I was supposed to work 9-2 but my co-worker/favorite person in the world, Amy was sick and so I stayed until 4ish so she could come in a little later. Anyway, it was super busy and I rang almost the whole time and of course, a huge coke spilled all over the floor and I went to mop it up while there are 30 people waiting in line. You get the picture.
2nd reason for irony: I don't really like old people. I hate feeling like I'm talking down to them. I don't like the way they smell, move slowly, etc. This will make sense soon.
About 10 minutes before 4 (I knew Amy was coming in around 4), an elderly woman comes up to the desk and says, "Can you help me put a few outfits together?" Everyone knows that this question from a grandma means you will now have to plan the entire family picture and their outfits and help her decide on what sizes, colors, and fit it into her budget. But she asks me directly and I say yes. And she's like, "Are you sure it's okay if you to leave the desk?" I jokingly said, "Well, of course, Thank you for letting me get away from there." She laughed abnormally loud for an old woman and I instantly could tell that we might end up being friends.
I helped her put 2 outfits together for her granddaughters (not nearly as much as I thought when she showed me her notes from the mom of the girls, which btw- grandma's always bring in notes of sizes of kids and then they can't understand their notes)
She was very sweet and grateful the whole time. Then, I went and rang her up and gave her a coupon, mostly because she thought I was funny. I asked if she needed gift receipts, which she did and helped her get the outfits in boxes. She put her hand on mine and said "Thank you ever so much." Then she asked if I had a boss. Terri, my manager was at the register next to me and said, Yes, she's my boss. She waddled over to her and said, "Ma'am, I just want you to know, this girl here is a pleasure to work with and she deserves anything you can give her. This was my first time in the store and I'm coming back because of her."
I laughed and she made her way out of the store. The man that Terri was ringing up was like, "Wow, she liked you." I said, "Yep, I'm saving the world, one outfit at a time." Then, it was like 4:20 and Amy had been there since 4, so I booked it home.
So why is that ironic? Well, because I didn't think putting outfits together for an old lady would make me like my job again, even if it's only for a short time.
P.S. For those of you who work with me: Relax, I'm not quitting. You know it'll be really hard for me to leave that darn store.
P.P.S. I got a ticket for my expired registration on the way home. I never get tickets. In fact, I don't think I've ever gotten an actual ticket. I cried. I'm such a baby.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Seriously?
Snow. Really? I'm working on math homework right now and it's a freaking blizzard outside. Granted, it looks beautiful, but it's March. I'm ready for spring.
I don't want to do my math homework. It's such a pointless assignment. Can you tell I'm feeling rather annoyed today? Sorry bout that. I tried to procrastinate for as long as possible, by watching 2 hours of Desperate Housewives, a half hour of Friends (there's no judging on my blog for laziness). But, this thing's going to take me awhile, so I should probably start.
Adele is getting me through my snowy, grumpy, procrastinatey day.
I don't want to do my math homework. It's such a pointless assignment. Can you tell I'm feeling rather annoyed today? Sorry bout that. I tried to procrastinate for as long as possible, by watching 2 hours of Desperate Housewives, a half hour of Friends (there's no judging on my blog for laziness). But, this thing's going to take me awhile, so I should probably start.
Adele is getting me through my snowy, grumpy, procrastinatey day.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Tired.
Member how I love my major? Well, I still do. But, I am very tired. I think I have been used to easy semesters for awhile and right now, I am busy. I am gone from 8-4ish everyday with my school and then a couple times a week, I have to work 5-10. This might not seem that busy, but it is for me. Plus, I am trying to keep track of everything I am assigned from my classes and everything my teacher would like me to do. Almost every day after school, I have a killer headache and I desperately need a nap. I hate taking naps because I can't do the whole "power" nap 15 minute thing. Nope, if I nap, I'm out for awhile, which makes me groggy and then I can't fall asleep later. Blah, blah, blah. I feel like I'm rambling, but oh well.
It's still so much fun being in the classroom. The kids freaking crack me up. Tattle-telling is a big deal in first grade and the stuff they tell on is hilarious. "Um, teacher... He dropped his pencil and he didn't pick it up!" "Teacher..... he looked at me during silent reading!!" I have a hard time not laughing at everything they say.
It surprises me some things that I think should come natural, but don't. The biggest thing I have a hard time with is "transitions". This is when you are moving the class from one activity to another or from the rug to their desks, etc. You'd be surprised just how much this can ruin your lesson. Because if you don't set up expectations or have supplies ready to hand out, they will find something to do and it's not what you want them to do. I'm sure this is way more information than you wanted to know, but this is what's going on in my life right now.
I'm getting observed tomorrow for the first time and I'm teaching a lesson on synonyms. We'll see how it goes, I've gone through it a couple of times, including possible student responses and my husband just laughs at me.
It's still so much fun being in the classroom. The kids freaking crack me up. Tattle-telling is a big deal in first grade and the stuff they tell on is hilarious. "Um, teacher... He dropped his pencil and he didn't pick it up!" "Teacher..... he looked at me during silent reading!!" I have a hard time not laughing at everything they say.
It surprises me some things that I think should come natural, but don't. The biggest thing I have a hard time with is "transitions". This is when you are moving the class from one activity to another or from the rug to their desks, etc. You'd be surprised just how much this can ruin your lesson. Because if you don't set up expectations or have supplies ready to hand out, they will find something to do and it's not what you want them to do. I'm sure this is way more information than you wanted to know, but this is what's going on in my life right now.
I'm getting observed tomorrow for the first time and I'm teaching a lesson on synonyms. We'll see how it goes, I've gone through it a couple of times, including possible student responses and my husband just laughs at me.
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