Sunday, September 8, 2013

I am the worst at blogging.

And I actually do it's not like I don't have things to talk about. But the fact that those things are TWO jobs, and attempting to get back into shape through a boot camp, and wanting to hang out with my husband and kitty means that I have no desire to write anything.

But about those jobs. Last time I wrote here, I'm pretty sure I was jobless after turning down a kindergarten job at the school from last year. Up until the beginning of August, I had no prospects. It was stressful. I cried, a lot, about being a failure and how I was just using all Tom's money and not contributing to our life. Then, I got a random call about a 2nd grade opening at a school in a small town south of Norman. I'd heard nothing but good things about the principal while in undergrad, and so I agreed to interview on a Friday morning. I didn't prepare for the interview, but I did wear my favorite interview outfit. (Clearly, I am nothing but professional when it comes to job interviews.) Let me point out that this school started classes in a week. SEVEN DAYS. In fact, back to school night was on Tuesday, so I'd have to have a room ready by then. So I knew I'd hear soon. 2 hours later, I was back in that town signing a contract to be their newest second grade teacher, then spent the rest of the day and weekend at my school preparing my amazing, beautiful classroom. I am in love with my school, the staff, my students, the culture of working hard and playing hard that everyone has, and I feel like I finally fit into a place. I am totally exhausted, but it's the good kind, where I know I'm working for good and putting everything into it.

This is before I added decorations. Let's just all admire how big it is and that I have windows.

My cubby area. Because I somehow lucked out in the classroom department and get these too.
I have no pictures of classroom/school life right now, but it is going well. If I've done anything, I've taught my kids to greet me and each other by names with handshakes, fist bumps, and hugs. We celebrate each other, and take time to talk about how we make others feel good. We learn, we play games, and we smile tons. I am beyond blessed with the 13 boys and 8 girls I get the privilege of teaching, and I cannot wait to see how far these kids go. I don't know what I'd do without my daily hugs from my boys who aren't too cool to hug a teacher, the compliments from my girls comparing me to Barbie, and the announcements that I am the best teacher EVER. 

Although, these kids somehow assumed that their teacher wasn't game to play like they do, so when we had our Rock and Run obstacle course with a giant slip-n-slide, they were SHOCKED that I was up for it. I ended up covered in mud, soap suds and grass, but I made their day. Evidence below:
muddy shoes, dirty legs, and soaking wet shorts

You can't see the dirt, but it's there.

Dirt/Grass and our neon yellow school shirts.

And as for my other job, I'm now coaching a USS club swim team 5 days a week. I'm head coach for the Dolphins group, which is both terrifying and awesome. I've learned a lot, and my kids are getting better. I co-coach the begining Minnows group which is mostly a group of 6 year olds who are more excited to play in the water than swim. It's chaotic all the time in both groups, but pretty awesome. I'm waiting on a certification card to come in so we can send it off to the state people, and then I'm officially a USA certified swim coach. Oh, and I should probably mention that I started coaching 5 days and working on my certification the same time as I started teaching. It was insane and I have no idea how I did it.

Tom and I love our new house, and Liz Lemon (the kitty) loves it too. She's currently the boss of everything, and we spend way too much time laughing at her "tricks." I highly recommend a kitty to everyone who needs a laugh. Our is still obsessed with golf balls, has become strongly attached to her fabric mouse Mousey, and FINALLY learned the joys of jumping in and out of boxes. She's still a cuddly kitty, but mostly when she wants food.
I put my kitty in a playpen. It was a brilliant idea.

LL + scratching post = TL4E

Somebody doesn't quite fit.
Tom is good. He's still the rational one in the family, which was confirmed when we went to look at cars and I almost fell for every sales pitch ever because I want people to be happy. Thank god for someone who can be strong and not fall for that. He's also the best cook I know, which is probably the reason I've gained way too much weight in 10 months of marriage.
Tom grew a beard, and I learned to wear pink lipstick. 
Finally, I feel like I am where I'm supposed to be. I am so happy with this life we've made here, and all I could ask for would be more people to play board games with us. Seriously people, why do you all hate board games? They are wonderful and so much fun.

Oh, and the workout program I'm doing? Bootcamp lead 3 days a week after school by our custodian. He made us run hills one day and I died. But he's awesome and supportive and tough and knows what he's doing, so I'll keep going. I've already noticed my work ethic is getting better, and I'm able to tough it out through all of a circuit interval.