I received an e-mail from my wonderful cousin, Chris, asking a few questions and I thought I would kill two birds with one stone by pasting my response here for my updated post.How are your classes going? OVER!!!! Yay! It sucked. I hated it. My instructor wasn't really present. She never posted much and always late. So I basically taught myself. Basically. I got an A though. And she praised me on my final project. It was definitely an interesting learning experience. And, like all trials, not so bad when looking back at it.
Are you surviving everything okay? Barely. :) Better now that the class is over.
Are you keeping busy subbing? YES! 4-5 days a week. Sometimes half days. But always exhausting.
Are you keeping busy subbing? YES! 4-5 days a week. Sometimes half days. But always exhausting.
Did you get that long-term job? yes . . . . I have taught that class twice so far and they are demons! I taught it yesterday and two kids were absent (suspended) and it really should have been easier without them there, but it was still a hellish sort of day. (I actually screamed at one of the boys in the hall . . . . not so professional of me.) I will need to get some ideas together for when I will teach them long term.
How's Ben's piloting? Good. He's going at a steady pace. Still doing lessons. He flies in the simulator now since he is going for the "big" plane flying now
How's Ben's piloting? Good. He's going at a steady pace. Still doing lessons. He flies in the simulator now since he is going for the "big" plane flying now
How are the girls? Good. Parent/Teacher conferences are in two weeks. Anna lost a tooth. Usually when that happens, Ben and I have to scrounge around for some cash. We hardly ever have cash on hand. They always get $1.25. So this time we had a REAL hard time finding change and I thought we were going to have to raid the 50 States quarter collection book. But Ben had 3 quarters in his car and I found a couple nickles in my purse and the rest was in his night stand and dresser drawer. So it all worked out. (Pretty lame tooth fairy . . . can't even find 5 quarters.) When I went to put the money in the box, I found a note. That was a surprise. Anna didn't mention wanting to leave a note. I opened it up skeptically (afraid she was going to request something other than the usual $1.25 and I already had a hard enough time with that!) The note said, "Dear Tooth Fairy, Could you please send Miss Yeager (her teacher) a fake tooth. Because she has a space. Your Friend, Anna." I wrote a note in reply: "Dear Anna, How kind of you to think of your friend. Unfortunately I do not keep fake teeth for adults. However, with a such a good friend like you, I am sure she will find many reasons to keep smiling. Your Friend, The Tooth Fairy." But I decided not to leave it after all. I kept both notes and will share them with
her when she is ready. Anna had a friend over and they were playing Barbies. Her friend said, "Don't you wish you had a dress like this?" And Anna said, "No I can't wear it because it isn't modest." (It was sleeveless.) Her friend told her, "You can wear it when you move out of the house." (Gee thanks for the positive example.) She came to me later and said, "Mom can I wear sleeveless things when I grow up and move out?" I asked her why and she told me the story. I said, "When you move out, you will have to start making all your own decisions. But you know what is modest and appropriate for the temple. You know how Heavenly Father wants you to treat yourself. What do you think you will do?" She said, "I won't wear sleeveless things, even when I move out, because it's not modest." I told her that the answer may be different for her friend because her friend's values may be different from her mom's values. "But," I said, "I hope you and I will find that we have the same values."Everyone doing well? Yep. Everyone is great. Daila turned 3 last Monday. She is our mascot. We love everything (well except for the tantrums and potty-training accidents) she says and does. It's not so much what she says as how she says it. I love to hear her sing "Happy Derday do you" or try a turn at the hula hoop. She moves her hips back and forth really well . . . even though the hula hoop has been on the ground for a minute now.
Well, I just got a call. The YM need to borrow my ironing board for the court of honor tonight. Someone put the patches on wrong. I guess I better go save the boy scouts.
