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| Jasmine wanted me to let y'all know that her new blog is here. Also, she is an ugly camel.
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| I would just like to say that I love my dear pingguo Emily. Today I had a hooooorrrrible day. And not for any good reason. It's just been a lousy week and an even lousier day. So today after school when I was SUPPOSED to have Chinese class, I realized that I just could not handle class, or my roommate, who is in the class. So I went in the classroom and told them I wasn't coming, because I just couldn't. So then I went and wrote my lesson plans, pretty quickly, they'll be tweaked later anyhow, so they don't matter that much. And I went home. An hour later I get a call from Emily asking if I'm ok, and if she can do anything for me. She had just gotten out of our Chinese class. So yeah. But then, she shows up at my door and rings my doorbell a while later, and asked if she could come up. So naturally, I let her in. And she comes up with a bouquet of bright orange flowers, and a pack of chocolate cream Oreo cookies. I basically started crying on the spot, but I swore to her that I really was ok and so she went off to Youth Group, after assuring me that I could feel free to go over to her apt if my roommate got home and I needed a place to escape to. Bless her. Anyways, thankfully, my roommate didn't come home until hours later, and when she did, it was fine, we talked. I had enough chocolate in my system to be nice. Now I'm putting wine in as well. I'm still upset and miserable, but mostly probably because I'm PMSing. AAACK. This is the time when I hate life and cry for no good reason. It makes me mad. Which I'm sure doesn't help anything.
Anways. I love Emily. I have her flowers on my bedside table, and her cookies in my bed (hey, I have no man in there, so why not have chocolate!!). Tomorrow we have meetings all day, some Writing Workshop that I reeeeallly want to go to. . .oh wait, that's not me, that's nobody I've talked to. Oh well. At least there will be no children there. And thank goodness, I have some cards to work on as well. I have to pick out a piece of good writing as well, to bring along. So yeah.
My roommate is calling me to watch Gilmore Girls. So farewell
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| "EXCUUUUSE Me, I burped." --Now, you may ask yourself. Did I need that information? No. Fortunately, it wasn't me, it was one of my students. And I found it very funny. Now, my student below is NOT the one that burped, although, I must say, she is just as funny. She left me today to go away and spend time in another country with her mother who is sadly going through chemo there. She misses her mommy a lot, and was happy and very excited to go, but I was sad and depressed that it was her that was going. Why couldn't it be one of my 'mafan' students??? No, it had to be my class angel. I love her so much. Anyways, I know I'm selfish for wanting to keep her, but I am really happy that she's going to be with her mother. And isn't she just a doll? 
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| There's a full moon outside my window. It's 6:49 am, Monday morning, and I have to be out the door in 11 minutes. But there is a full moon, and I love full moons. Besides, I don't want to do another week of work. . .do I have to?? I don't like the letter q. Really, I don't. Why do we have it? It's retarded.
BUT, in all that, there's still a full moon. I'm trying to focus on God's gifts to me in the moment. He gave me a full moon. It's amazing. Thanks God. | | |
| Today I headed to our Fellowship, leaving late because I was a bad child, and was chatting with Nate and Aaron online instead of getting ready and leaving. The buses worked out well, but I still got there 15 minutes late. I couldn’t for the life of me remember whether or not I was supposed to work in the toddlers, so I went in and asked, and the poor lady who was in there was obviously a little overwhelmed, so I offered to help anyways. I went into the service and sang one song, before they excused the children. So I went back out again. Sigh. But it was ok. I went in, and at first felt unneeded, but then as time went by, it became apparent that I was needed. The teacher was asking me what I thought she should do, which was particularly funny later when she asked me who my parents were, thinking I was a high school student. I was probably a little offended, but laughed it off, and told her I was the Kindergarten teacher at KIA. She was VERY apologetic, and then we started talking. She and her husband just got back from America, having been there for over a year, and she seemed really nice. I did also have fun with the kids, they were cute. I just love hanging out with kids. I guess I like being a teacher, but sometimes it’s just more fun to chill out with them and have fun. | | |
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