New day tomorrow.

I like to think of myself as petite, blonde, blue eyed bombshell but there would be too many that would disagree.  I think I have chased way too many dreams, slept too many hours, and am now a NaNa, so bombshell no longer works but shell-shocked does.  Lost in translation is definitely something that I am going through right now.  My students find a way to make me realize that I am not as cool as I think I am each day, my kids have the power to hurt me more than anyone, and I have yet to win that million dollars that is so elusive in the state of Oklahoma.  I love my one an only grandchild, Paisley, and I have another due in February.  I worry what each day will bring, and how will they survive, but the alternative would be devastating.  I laugh often and probably do not cry as often as I should.  The BP has to be controlled by medication, and some days I just want to hide away, sleep in a hammock, and drink Buttery Nipples with no side affects like stomach ulcers and a headache the day after and my life would be grand.  I can only hope and pray that while I try to figure everything out my scheduled Botox injection will be soon to hide the few, very few lines that have appeared in the last ten years, or so..... I look forward to tomorrow with a slight depressed state of mind, but will continue to only think good thoughts!  Well, at least until the sleeping pill takes over.  It is only right that I prepare for the morrow with a truly prepared lesson for those unruly students of mine.  They will succeed even if I have to force half of them.  I will win them over with my outgoing personality, my strength, my positive attitude, and my gracious thoughts that all have the ability and capability to learn irregardless of the teacher that I am.  It is much like the basketball team that I help coach.  Eventually they will see the light at the end of the tunnel even if it doesn't happen this year or the next.  Eventually, we will see the day that we have not only taught the concepts, but also how to pass a standardized test that groups students into one big circle of multiple choice answers that could all be correct except for the person who has made up the test of such questions that are geared only for the academically inclined.  Do I sound a little cynical?  Perhaps so.  Tomorrow will be more promising I am sure as I wake at 5:30 to begin my day, teaching the youth of tomorrow, then go tutor in the afternoon, and finish up the day with coaching 2 games of high school basketball on Martin Luther King Day!  Thanks to all for listening or I should say reading, I will try to be positive tomorrow.

Emotional Status!

I like to think of myself as petite, blonde, blue eyed bombshell but there would be too many that would disagree.  I think I have chased way too many dreams, slept too many hours, and am now a NaNa, so bombshell no longer works but shell-shocked does.  Lost in translation is definitely something that I am going through right now.  My students find a way to make me realize that I am not as cool as I think I am each day, my kids have the power to hurt me more than anyone, and I have yet to win that million dollars that is so elusive in the state of Oklahoma.  I love my one an only grandchild, Paisley, and I have another due in February.  I worry what each day will bring, and how will they survive, but the alternative would be devastating.  I laugh often and probably do not cry as often as I should.  The BP has to be controlled by medication, and some days I just want to hide away, sleep in a hammock, and drink Buttery Nipples with no side affects like stomach ulcers and a headache the day after and my life would be grand.  I can only hope and pray that while I try to figure everything out my scheduled Botox injection will be soon to hide the few, very few lines that have appeared in the last ten years, or so..... I look forward to tomorrow with a slight depressed state of mind, but will continue to only think good thoughts!  Well, at least until the sleeping pill takes over.  It is only right that I prepare for the morrow with a truly prepared lesson for those unruly students of mine.  They will succeed even if I have to force half of them.  I will win them over with my outgoing personality, my strength, my positive attitude, and my gracious thoughts that all have the ability and capability to learn irregardless of the teacher that I am.  It is much like the basketball team that I help coach.  Eventually they will see the light at the end of the tunnel even if it doesn't happen this year or the next.  Eventually, we will see the day that we have not only taught the concepts, but also how to pass a standardized test that groups students into one big circle of multiple choice answers that could all be correct except for the person who has made up the test of such questions that are geared only for the academically inclined.  Do I sound a little cynical?  Perhaps so.  Tomorrow will be more promising I am sure as I wake at 5:30 to begin my day, teaching the youth of tomorrow, then go tutor in the afternoon, and finish up the day with coaching 2 games of high school basketball on Martin Luther King Day!  Thanks to all for listening or I should say reading, I will try to be positive tomorrow.