2nd phone interview with the superintendent: check ( Read more... )

Phone interview. Check.

Tomorrow. 1:15. Phone interview with the principal at the Honduras school. Holy freakin' cow.

And.. today was a terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad day. But I can't write about it, i need sleep.

adios.

Oh.
My.
Gosh.

I had a message on my phone today from the school in Honduras. They want to do a phone interview. Like... soon.

I heard the message and cried. I'm freaking. Why?

I don't know what to say. I don't know what I want. I don't know who I am--so how can I explain it to someone else.

yea, I know. I haven't written in a while.

I've begun to notice how much my fears have limited me. They've kept me from doing so much. I look back and I have regrets and I hate that and I don't want it to continue but I don't know how to just up and stop being the way I've been for so long, no matter how clearly I see what I do that I don't want to do anymore. I don't know how to change ( Read more... )

Me: "So, was he cute?" (about the random guy at a gas station who asked her out)

Mallory: "Umm...kind of, yea. I guess I would date him if I knew him and he was a really really really good guy."

p.s. Besides all of that, everything is great.

Really. It's true. I'm liking 2006 a whole bunch.

Just thought I'd share.

I hate parents. And I'm not talking about mine. I'm talking about those who don't know the first thing about children, parenting, or even being human and yet are trying to raise another human life (or 3. or 5 ( Read more... )

5 weeks down.... 9 more to go.
These weeks have FLOWN by! Next week I start teaching guided reading (reading groups) and that means I'll be teaching everything! AHHH!

It's not as stressful as I thought it would be.