Can't think of anything witty

Well, it's going to be a short update since someone, not naming names (DAN!), made a comment about me blogging a lot. If I were that person, I wouldn't be calling the pot black, or however that goes...I can point out a few instances where this person's blog has been on the long side. Just messing with you Dan, you know that I have to hate from far away now...it's all just getting bottled up inside. Just wait 'til I come home! (You know I heart you...especially when you get a whole paragraph dedicated to you ;))

Umm...the kids were alright today. I feel bad for them since all we're doing this week and next is testing. This week we have 2 days dedicated to some standardized testing (Damn you NCLB!!), and then next week we have a chapter test in math (should've been working on getting a review put together for them tonight, but I got into the basketball games that Roger was watching). It has to be hard for them coming in and getting used to a new teacher, and then being put through lots of tests...seeing as how I have to test them to see what level reading groups they need to be put into as well...I hate testing kids...but it's now my job. Anyhoos...We did a lot of review today. I had them actually working hard with some things, and was able to run long with a lesson. I know I shouldn't normally do that, but...they were working hard (got a pompom), and enjoying the lesson. I had to take it and run with it. I guess you can say it was a touchdown for me...sorry, had to. After lunch things went downhill again. I need to find something to get them to settle down. I read to them after recess everyday. Today I even turned off the lights and had them put their heads down...still didn't help. They had a total of 7 pompoms today, but during math they had 3 taken away. I even used that as an example today in math. "I want you to write a number sentence for this story problem I tell you. Miss Phipps' class has 7 pompoms. They were not doing as Miss Phipps asked them, so she took 3 away. How many pompoms are there now?" It kind of got them on the right track, but not really. Oh well, at least they have one more than yesterday.

I've already been seeing the future of some of my kids. One is going to be a famous musician. He's always singing (inappropriate songs...today it was "1,2 Step"), and can never walk down the hall without dancing. He's adorable, but a handful. And then there's my crier. I'm always blessed with the criers. I can understand why he cries, but still...I have the countdown going, and I'm ready to take the bottle over to Dan's to celebrate when I get home!

I thought I would be able to relax and watch some quality programming this evening as well...well, after the games...but of course, Gilmore Girls and The Office are not on tonight because of some specials...not cool people, not cool...

Only 13 more school days and I'll be on my way home! (17 days and 2 hours!)

Homesickness and my little hell raisers

Alright, I was expecting to get really homesick from Erika's letter, but I didn't...I did, but I didn't cry like I was thinking I would. It was an awesome way to end my night...with laughter.
Saturday night I spent most of my computer time talking to Erin and updating. It was hilarious actually...Erin told me I was turning into a pod person. I was telling her my new habits, and routines. She doesn't like the idea of me drinking coffee on the way to school. There's no way in hell I'm getting up before 10am and dealing with kids without caffeine, I'm sorry. Then there are my lunches I take to school. It usually consists of two bottles of water, a turkey sandwich on wheat, and a yogurt. I drink both bottles of water throughout the school day, and come home to have a glass of wine. And more healthy food. I hadn't had soda/pop since my first Sunday in town. I was going to keep it that way, but they got me a 12-pack of Mountain Dew when they went grocery shopping this weekend. Erin almost died, and had to keep asking if it was really me she was talking to when I was telling her all of this.

Sunday was an okay day. I woke up because of a phone call (thanks for that one Dan), talked on the phone for a bit, laid in bed and watched some TV, and finally got up to take a shower. I was going to go get my daily dosage of yogurt for breakfast when I was done with my shower, but decided I should really just sit down and grade my students' journals. I had to figure out how they were graded before, which was a task on it's own. The sub didn't really follow a standard way of grading these. Some were graded everyday, and some were graded whenever. Some were given full points, and students with the same were given lower scores...great...I had to come up with a grading system on my feet. I pretty much gave the kids all full credit, unless I could tell that there wasn't much effort into it. I knew something had to change when I walked in there this morning. I finished grading, went out, had my yogurt, and then went shopping...again. Mary had wanted to go to Mervyn's, which is just like Kohl's, to get some things for her granddaughter for Christmas. I wasn't going to give up shopping. It was either that, or knit while I watch football. I was up for a break from football. I came home from shopping, picked up my knitting, and watched some football. I eventually got sick of it, about 20 minutes into it, and went off exploring. I took the apartment guide Mary had gotten for me before I moved, and did a drive by of the places listed near my school, after I stopped at McDonald's for some lunch (not really a pod person). There were a bunch crossed off, and even a few "HELL NO"s in there. I got homesick again while doing this. This past spring while Dan and I were finding him apartments (it's a good thing we didn't get a two bedroom, huh Dan?), Dan kept saying how he'd help me find an apartment when I got a teaching job. It was kinda hard writing the notes down while driving 45mph, but I managed. I think I know where I'm going to look first, but I want to talk it over with Mary and Roger so that I can have them come with me to make sure it's a good place. After I came home from "exploring", we went off to church. As Adam put it, "When was the last time you were there? Was I with you?" Yeah, the last time I was there was for Harr and Joe's wedding. Mass was alright. It's ginormous church, and there were people everywhere. I wanted to correct the priest when he was giving the homily (he was saying incorrect things about How the Grinch Stole Christmas), but I didn't. Came home from mass, ate dinner, watched more sports, talked on the phone, and went to bed. I did, however, watch Family Guy before going to bed, and I will say right now, it's up there with my favorites! All I'll say is...NAAFP!

I woke up today and didn't want to get out of bed. It was freezing out, literally freezing. I couldn't believe how cold it got! I wore a dang turtleneck sweater to school today. Then there are the kids who were still wearing shorts and somehow complaining that they were cold. My response to them, "you shouldn't be wearing shorts when it's cold out." This kid kept asking me to turn on the heat, and was wondering why he was so cold. Again, I advised him to wear warmer clothing. The pompom thing seemed to work...for a bit. I had them all working so well this morning, I didn't have enough planned. I usually have to have them finish what we were working on before we leave for the day. I asked them a few times if they were truly my class. Granted, I only had 9 students with me today. They were truly my kids. After lunch everything went downhill. They had 6 in the bucket before lunch, and at the end of the day they were down to 3. Math did it to them. I was giving them examples on the board, and then they had to give me the answer on their white boards at their desks. They didn't mind it, but, they were drawing pictures and talking to their friends. Then we used different manipulatives to show different patterns...yeah, almost took them away from a group because all they wanted to do was play with them since they were animal shapes. They went off to P.E., I got called to the asst. principal's office ( I guess it was review time, and I had to sign a piece of paper saying I'll be probationary this year and next since I've only worked 4 days there), got a few things together for the kids, ate lunch, and finally had to go get my kids from P.E. After P.E., I knew that I wouldn't have their attention for long. I let them finish an activity from last week, while I putzed with my lesson planner. Eventually, they all finished, and I still had 10 minutes left with them. I decided to do a quick review of nouns. I wrote a few sentences on the board (my personal favorite was, "Miss Phipps wants her class to behave."), and had the students pick out the nouns. Yeah, easy...for now. The kids left, without forgetting to give me a high five (don't know what that's about, but they always have to give me a high five on the way out the door), and I was left alone. I knew that I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, but I realized that I had to photocopy some things for class tomorrow. I should be caught up with that now, and won't have to rush like I did this morning. I got out to my car, called about going to the orientation for my health benefits on Wednesday, called Dan (he wasn't around), then called home. I shouldn't call home and only expect to be on the phone for a little bit. I think mom could tell that I was getting annoyed, and she hung up before I got back home. That was okay with me since I had to make a stop at Target, you'd think I'd be done, wouldn't you, but I had to pick up a book that I forgot at home and some other stuff for the room. I came home, had a some good convos with Mary and Roger, and then came back here to update. I didn't get my daily dosage of sports, but I can handle that. Roger already told me I needed to rush home from school so I can watch the Badger game with him tomorrow night.

Alright, this old timer needs to head to bed...OH! But I hit another runaway tumbleweed this morning on my way to school! Just thought you all would want to know that...tumbleweeds have something against my car and I.

Thanksgiving

Alright, let's see if I can catch up, so that way I'm not way behind.

Thanksgiving. This was my first holiday not with my family. There was supposed to be a time that I was going to be on duty for a holiday, but someone said they'd take it for me since they were going to be on campus...but, if I had stayed on campus, the family was going to come to me. This year they couldn't. I wasn't really homesick on Thanksgiving, because I was with people here who care about me. I had done my baking, and it was fun. I was able to sit outside in the 70 degree weather and drink wine and talk to people from home. There wasn't half the tension that's at home on a holiday (When I talked to my sisters at 3pm their time, the "Holiday Circle" was 3/4 complete)! It was great.

I got a little more homesick the day after Thanksgiving. I normally wake up at 5am, and head out shopping with Sue. This happens every year. Last year we waited in line at Best Buy for 2 hours, but it was fun since we were both making fun of the other people in line. Yesterday I woke up at about 9, showered, and went out to get breakfast. I decided after I ate my yogurt that I was going to brave the crowds at Target and JoAnn Fabrics. I got to JoAnn's, which happens to be across town, and Roger called to tell me his car was leaking transmission fluid, and would it be possible for me to pick him up from the car place...on the other side of town...I pulled out of JoAnn's, headed back towards their side of town, stopped at Target (picked up Napoleon Dynamite and Family Guy Season 3), and headed out to pick up Roger. Target was a breeze. I got front row parking, and I got right through line. Well, it took the old lady (whom Dan would have made fun of, since that's who Dan is) a few seconds to understand how to process my traveler's checks. I called home to talk to mom, and to let her know that I picked up the movie that I told her to pick up for me for St. Nick (Napoleon Dynamite). I picked up Roger, headed back to the house, ate lunch, and headed out to Learning is Fun (a teacher store in Vegas) and Michael's. Learning is Fun was awesome. Much better than the School House in Green Bay. Dropped some money there that I don't really have to spend, but I needed the books and such that I picked up. We didn't have time to make it to Michael's since we had to take Roger to get his car, so we decided to go out again the next day (today). I came home from shopping, and worked on my lessons. I was able to crank those out within an hour and a half! I was quite proud of myself. We then had leftovers for dinner, wine (which we have every night), watched the Badger game with Roger (it just happened to be the football game he wanted to watch...there's always some sporting event on in this house!), wrote a letter, played online, and went to bed.

Woke up this morning, showered, had my morning yogurt, and went out to JoAnn's and Michael's with Mary. I waited in line for my scrapbooks and paper for 30 minutes. Not cool. After JoAnn's we headed over to Michael's for my teaching stuff...yep, more teaching stuff. This stuff is more for classroom management. I had to get pompoms (the fuzzy little crafty balls that kids glue together for projects), tongue depressors, and a glass jar for the pompoms. I decided I was going to use the pompoms to help the class behave better. If you have a glass jar, you put in a pompom each time the class is doing something you like, i.e. working quietly, and if they're not doing something they should, they get one taken out. Once the jar is full, you get to do something special. I haven't figured out what that is, but I will. I only have 15 more school days before break (I do have the countdown going on!), and I don't know if they'll get that far. The tongue depressors are for me to put their names on. When I want to have someone come up to the board, I'll pick one out of another jar to make it fair. It's like winning the lottery for these kids! I came home from shopping, ate more leftovers, and watched more sporting events. I called home, and mom was saying how she missed me. She and dad were going through the ornaments for the Christmas tree to decide which ones to put up (since everyone at home is lazy, they didn't put up the big tree this year...although mom did tell me I could put it up when I come home...what's the point in that?). It's been the job of Erika and I to put up the ornaments ever since we were little, so that made mom choke up that we weren't doing it, and it made me homesick a little too. After dinner I decided to whip out the knitting while I was watching a football game with Roger (I'm beginning to understand football more now that I've watched it everyday since last Sunday). As I would look at the clock, I would think about how if I had been home, I'd have been at my 5 year high school class reunion with Dan. It would've rocked! I've been looking forward to this day for the past 4 years...only because (I'm evil with this one) I wanted to see who didn't make it. I wanted it to be the ones that always said that they'd make it here and here and here, but only because of daddy's money. Yeah, I wanted to see them to see if they made it out in the real world. That got me homesick today. Then, I decided to get Erika's letter out from the trunk of my car. I kept it there because I knew I wouldn't make it past the first page without crying if I had read it the first night I was in Vegas. I'm going to read it when I'm done updating this. I know I'm going to get homesick when I read that...

Alright, it's time to go read the letter, and head off to bed. Have a wonderful tomorrow!

My first week of school

Alright, here's the low-down of my first week of school.

Monday: Got up at 3:45am to take Adam to the airport. Got back home at 4:45am, and proceeded to walk to my bedroom for another hour of sleep (without saying good morning to the godparents before heading back for sleep). Woke up, tried pressing snooze, but my nerves got the better of me. I bolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom before I charfed all over my bed. Never a good thing. I sat there heaving for a bit (sorry, it's so graphic...it's what I do when I'm really nervous, and this hasn't happened to me in years...like, since freshman year at SNC), and then eventually headed into the shower. Got out of the shower, did my hair and make-up, and headed out to make my lunch. My godmother was very thoughtful and made sure I had enough to take to school. I think a sandwich, yogurt (which she had stocked up on for me), carrot sticks and an apple were going to be good enough for my half hour lunch. Before I left for the day, she made sure to take a picture of me on my first day of school. I'll post it when I either a.) get my computer up and connected to the internet, or b.) when I go home for Christmas. On the way to school I had to find the right station for driving to work. I didn't mind listening to Z104 when I was home (I know, I hated Connie and Fish, but I didn't mind the talk in the morning mixed with some good music), but I had to find something like that to listen to. I finally got to school (it's a good 30-40 minute drive), and walked into the office to meet the assistant principal and the principal. The assistant principal walked me down to my room and was pointing out different things to me. There's a nice courtyard in the middle of school that I can use to teach lessons in. I think that's where they keep the school desert tortoise. We got into my room, and then proceeded to look for my lesson plan the sub left. Yep, definitely didn't leave a plan for me. I got to fly by the seat of my pants. Luckily the sub was in the building, so she walked down to my room and wrote down what pages the kids were at in their workbooks. Not in their reading books or anything else that's important, but their workbooks. The kids were really unruly, but that's ok since I was new, and they were used to the sub. I knew I had to stand my ground with them since I was establishing new rules and a new way of ruling for them. I was ready for someone to say, "well that's not how our last teacher did it...", but I didn't hear that. I had to leave early from school the first day to go to the "Ed Shed" to fill out all of my paperwork and sign my contract. I had to get fingerprinted...again. While I was filling out my paperwork, I dozed off. I knew teaching was exhausting from when I was student teaching, but this is ridiculous! All I wanted to do was go home to bed. It took me a good 45-60 minutes to get home, when it should only take me about 20-25 minutes. I had to call mom when I got done, and that wasn't too good. Let's look at this equation: Tired Kristy+ annoying mom+Las Vegas traffic (which is worse than Milwaukee traffic, and maybe a bit more than the Chicago traffic I've endured). That's not a good combination. Mom can be good to talk to for about 15 minutes, then she brings up the stuff that you don't really want to talk about at the moment. For example, she asked me when I was going to find an apartment. Well, let's see, I still have to do lesson plans for Tuesday and Wednesday, let me get on that as soon as I get home. I ended up falling asleep while planning, and heading into bed at about 9pm. It felt good to sleep, and I ended up getting about 9 hours of sleep that night.

Tuesday: Got up at 6:15, followed same routine as day before. Called mom on the way to school. Got to school, set up lessons...and then got a quick tutorial on my computer about the district email and software. Kids were a little bit better. I was able to engage them in an hour long lesson. I had only planned on 25 minutes, but let them run with it. As the activity was running down, the principal walked in and (had to ask my name) wanted to introduce me to the superintendent. They walked around my room (the principal told some kids they couldn't do what I had told them to do), and left. I didn't get to meet the superintendent. Later on in the day, I think it was during math, I heard one of my kids start singing, "She's got me spending...Ooo, spending all your money on me, on, on me..." I didn't think anything of it, other than J would be proud of this kid, since he wasn't singing the bad parts. Then I heard, "Whatcha gonna do with all them breasts, all them breasts inside your chest?" That's when I whipped around and told him that was inappropriate. As soon as I turned my back he was singing, "To the windoooowwwws, to the walls." Oh hell no, Miss Phipps doesn't play that game. It took all I had to not laugh at him though. He was having a good time. Got done with the day, headed out of school at 4:15. Went home, ate dinner, watched some sort of sporting event (which is all we watch here), played online, and went to bed. Oh! But at school, I saw a teacher bundled up in a turtleneck sweater and a jacket to pick up her kids from lunch recess at noon when it was about 70 degrees out. I thought everyone back home would love to know that one!

Wednesday: Same morning ritual. Decided to fit in with everyone and wore a long sleeved shirt. Met the kids outside, and realized the trouble makers were not here for the day! It made the day so much more bearable. I only had 11 kids in class that day. They went to a play put on by another 2nd grade class, and they were the best behaved kids! I was so proud of them!!! We came back and did a Thanksgiving activity that the kids were so into! I had to have them clean up before finishing since it was the end of the day already. It was such a better day than the rest of the week. Tried getting out of school before 4pm, but was stopped by the grade level chair to discuss the testing that is going on this week, and a few other things before she left for track break. I was able to get out by 4 though. As I was walking out of the building, the assistant principal was walking out too. She wished me a Happy Thanksgiving, and made a comment about all of the books I was carrying out (I had all of my teacher manuals for their texts, along with their journals to grade). I made a comment about how much fun the 4 day weekend was going to be. She turned to me and said, "Well, you have to do it.", but it wasn't in a sarcastic way, more of a matter of fact kind of way. I told her that this is what I had been planning for ever since she offered me the job. This weekend was planning weekend because I had so much time to do so. Drove home, had a couple of glasses of wine, watched more sports with my godfather, played online, and went to bed.

I'm ready to hit the sack right now, but I'll update again tomorrow about my first holiday away from home.

Ok, I'm now going to finally update and give the whole story regarding the road trip this past weekend.

It was AWESOME! It started on Thursday night when Patty, Erika, Dan and I piled into his car to go to Milton to pick up Adam. The trip to Milton was fun. Patty and I sat in the back talking girl talk, and Dan and Erika were having their discussion up in front. When we got to Milton and the McDonald's there, we all ended up getting something to eat, and just sitting there talking. Good times. Then there was the drive home which included me yelling out in frustration of the seatbelt, "I know I'm not THAT large and in charge!!" Yeah, got the whole car going. It was good times. And then the good byes started up. First there was Patty, hard, but I was able to manage. Then Dan, still able to manage (not like it wasn't hard to say good bye to those two). And then I had to say good bye to Erika. Not the easiest thing to do. I think I cried the hardest when I said good bye to her. Adam and I walked into the house, and I went right to mom's room, layed down, and started crying and saying how I didn't want to come to Vegas anymore. I eventually left, and packed my bag for the weekend.

I got to sleep at about 1:30 Friday morning, and was up at 4:30. A nice 3 hour nap, and a full day's worth of driving ahead of me. I was ready to finish packing the car at 5:30 when I woke up Adam. He was ready within 10 minutes, and I still had other things to do. We eventually got off and on to the open road at about 6:30. An hour later than I had wanted, but hey, it'll all work out. Drove for a bit, and then once in Illinois (or the ninth circle of hell as I like to affectionately call it) I missed the exit we needed to take. Instead of going south, I just kept going right towards Chicago. Yeah, I know. I messed up. I had 3 hours of sleep in me, and I'm used to going that route. We stopped at the Oasis to grab some Krispy Kremes, and then were headed back to the right exit. We kept driving, and then Adam decided reading aloud from the book that a co-worker gave me ("One Hour Orgasm"). It was weird at first, but then it wasn't. Got to go past the Gateway Arch in St. Louis, and then through the gorgeous hills and such in Missouri.

I found out a few days before leaving that Adrienne was going to be in Stillwater when Adam and I were going to be going through Oklahoma. I wasn't sure if we'd be able to stop, but we told her that we would call as we got closer. As we approached OK, we gave her a call to let her know that we would be stopping by. We weren't sure if we were going to stay the night, or if we were going to just crash in town. Adam had taken the reign of my car while we were heading to Adrienne's. He did well seeing as how the last time he drove stick was at least 2-3 years ago. He didn't stall it much. The only place he really stalled out at was at the last toll right before we got to Stillwater. We got out of the car at the exit, and switched drivers. Got into Stillwater, went to Eskimo Joe's, ate, drank and were merry, and then we had to decide if we wanted to truck on down to OKC. We decided that we'd get a room in Stillwater so that Adrienne could show us her old stomping grounds.

They had offered us one of their rooms in the res hall they were staying in, but I didn't want community bathrooms, and I'm over living in a res hall. It was very nice of them, but I just wanted to sleep and have my bathroom right next to me. As Adrienne rolled up to pick us up, the rest of her group of students were with her. That's cool yo. They were talking about trying to get into Tumbleweed for a country concert (Blake Shelton with Joe Nichols) at less than half of the cover price. Adrienne showed us around, and then we headed back to Tumbleweed. The student and Adrienne's supervisor were able to get the bouncer to let us in for $15, and Adam and I would get in free. I didn't want to stay out too late since I'd driven all day, but when would be the next chance of going to a country club in Oklahoma?! We got in, watched some o f the concert, and then found us a place to sit watching the country dancers. I said out loud that I wished I could do that, so within 15 minutes Adam and I were out there trying to figure out how to dance like them. At about 1am, we had Adrienne drive us back to the hotel so that we could sleep.

The next morning we were on the road by 7:30am. I needed some sleep, and I didn't want to get up much earlier than 7. Checked out of the hotel, and headed down to OKC to see the OKC Bombing Memorial. I didn't think I would be so moved there. We go to the fence with the mementos left behind, and I could feel the tears in my eyes. It was just really powerful. I can still remember when that happened. It was on Sue's birthday back when I was in 7th grade. We were all coming in from lunch recess, when the TV was on in our science teacher's room. He had told us a little bit about what happened, but told us our parents would fill us in more when we got home. I was able to see that vividly when I was at the site. There were other things there that were built for it. The diocese in OKC put up a statue of Jesus weeping with His back to the bombing site, and there were just other things around that just touched me. Once we were done with that, we hit the road. I drove through the rest of OK (with a minor stop for gas and coffee, and a prepackaged gas station rib sandwich for Adam), and then into Texas. Adam was "resting" through That trek. I knew he was sleeping at a couple of points. He did wake up when I hit a GINORMOUS tumbleweed! It was the size of a shrub from in front of my house! He then went back to "resting", but I made sure to wake him up for the Western Hemisphere's Largest Cross!

We could see that thing from miles away! It was awesome. We'd been looking for something touristy like that our whole ride. It was windy as hell through Texas and OK. While in Texas we saw roadkill that looked like it could've been a fox, or an armadillo. I decided that it would be called a "fadillo." (Adrienne informed me later that it was most likely an armadillo...told you Adam!) Once we got into the mountains in New Mexico, it got better. We almost made it to another tourist site in NM. We almost got to the Petroglyphs in Albuquerque. We were 5 minutes too late. We decided to drive a bit longer to get to a casino further up for dinner. We ended up eating at the Hungry Cowboy Cafe, because Adam was a "hungry cowboy". After dinner, we headed off into the sunset, or darkness, with a goal of Flagstaff, AZ. We ended up making the goal. I couldn't find us a hotel with a whirlpool, all of the good hotels were full, so we got a hotel that had a whirlpool, but outside. After I put my things down in the room, I layed down on the bed, and proceeded to doze off. I then changed into my jammies, and went to sleep.

We decided to sleep in on Sunday since we didn't have much more to go. Got up, drove more, almost finished the book, drove into California since neither of us had been and it was a millimeter to our left on the map,

and then decided to be smart and eat Chex Mix in the middle of the desert with no drinks in the car, or available places to stop and get something since we weren't on the freeway anymore. We finally stopped about 30 minutes outside of Vegas (like, I could see the Strip) to get something to drink. Next we hit up the famous "Welcome to Vegas" sign,

drove the Strip, and went to Mary and Roger's house. Got there, unpacked the car, ate, and then headed out to find my school and head to the Strip to show Adam some fun! Got home at about 10 so I could iron and get some sleep before having to wake up at 3:30am to take Adam to the airport. It was sad seeing him go, but I know that I'll see him soon, and that I was WAY too sleepy to be sad. Came back home, went to sleep for an hour, and then got ready for school.

That's where I'm going to stop, just because I haven't been up this late since Sunday, and teaching really does wear you out. I promise to update more about teaching in the upcoming days. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I'm finally updating

Ok, it's going to be a short one, but I'll update as much as I can (I'm kinda tipsy and I need to go to bed).

My class seems like it will be alright. They're chatterboxes and need to be reminded not to get up and wander, but they're still good kids deep down. I have to come up with some more classroom management things, but I know what I want to do and will be coming up with those plans this weekend. I already have my godmother wanting to come shopping with me and to show me the teaching stores around here.

All in all, I'm loving it here. I love the mountains surrounding me (tonight I walked out of school to see a big pinkish mountain at sunset...AMAZING), and the warm weather (you can tell I'm a newbie to the area at school since I'm the only one in a t-shirt when it's 65 out!). I miss everyone at home, and will very much on Thursday. But, I'm managing it, and I know that I'll be home in less than a month to see everyone!

I promise more tomorrow since I can sleep in on Thursday!!

Moving's a hassle...

I've decided that moving is a hassle, and I will no longer be leaving home as of Friday. I'm sick of packing and having to deal with laundry and my parents.

That is all.

I just needed to get away!

I really don't have anything to say...just that I needed to get away from my previous blog. And SOMEONE told me to go this route (like he's been doing ever since I created a blog).

More later