Thursday, September 29, 2005
Ah, the joys of teaching. I love my second-graders. They are the best!
Today one of the little girls looked at me and said, "You know, you're pretty good at this. You should become a teacher!" :) Thanks, I'm trying!
And then at the end of class they all yelled, "Gracias Profesora!" and three of the kids gave me a big hug.
My kids are rockstars.
I talked to Sister Mary Gabriel today, and I am evermore excited about her visit here. It will undoubtedly be one of the most amazing things Loras has ever encountered. I cannot wait.
And just so you know, it's on!! The yo-yo's who live above us were louder than normal tonight (seriously, we had no idea what they were doing, but some ideas we had were the likes of sumo wrestling, body slamming, etc.). So, we were getting really annoyed and pounded on the ceiling. Then the girl who lives under us came up and knocked and was like "Um, I live below you. And you're really loud", and we're like "Um, it's not us. It's the people above us." And she looked at us like we were liars, and I was like, "No, really. We just pounded on the ceiling. Let's go yell at them." So, she and three of us from my apartment went up to yell at them. Surprisingly enough, they didn't answer the door. So, she opened it, and they were sitting in the dark, with chairs stacked on top of each other in the kitchen (umm...). She was like "Are you guys being loud?" and one of the kids was like "No, we're just studying" (BULL!), so she's like "Oh, OK, I didn't think it was you anyway" with this REALLY catty tone in her voice. Ugh! As if! So, I walked away, really unhappily. Then I mumbled something not nice, which I quite loudly shared with my flatmates once I returned. Then, as I thought more about it, I got more upset, and went upstairs and stood outside of their apartment door, just listening. The conversation went like this:
Girl: So, you can do the worm?
Guy: Yeah.
Girl: Oh! Show me!
Guy: Ok.
(meanwhile I'm thinking "They have been BREAK DANCING?!?!")
Another guy: So, the people below us just came up to yell. They said we were too loud.
::all laugh sinister-like::
Guy: Yeah, we were like "Oh, we're just studying"
::all laugh again, even more cruelly::
That was when I heard enough. I do not deal with liars well. Nor do I deal well with people who accuse me of something I did not do. So, it's on! I will take you down. And you will wish you never had to face my Polish, stubborn nature. Bring it on, yo!!
Road trip tomorrow - cannot wait!
Caritas et veritas (in true Theresian fashion!).
Today one of the little girls looked at me and said, "You know, you're pretty good at this. You should become a teacher!" :) Thanks, I'm trying!
And then at the end of class they all yelled, "Gracias Profesora!" and three of the kids gave me a big hug.
My kids are rockstars.
I talked to Sister Mary Gabriel today, and I am evermore excited about her visit here. It will undoubtedly be one of the most amazing things Loras has ever encountered. I cannot wait.
And just so you know, it's on!! The yo-yo's who live above us were louder than normal tonight (seriously, we had no idea what they were doing, but some ideas we had were the likes of sumo wrestling, body slamming, etc.). So, we were getting really annoyed and pounded on the ceiling. Then the girl who lives under us came up and knocked and was like "Um, I live below you. And you're really loud", and we're like "Um, it's not us. It's the people above us." And she looked at us like we were liars, and I was like, "No, really. We just pounded on the ceiling. Let's go yell at them." So, she and three of us from my apartment went up to yell at them. Surprisingly enough, they didn't answer the door. So, she opened it, and they were sitting in the dark, with chairs stacked on top of each other in the kitchen (umm...). She was like "Are you guys being loud?" and one of the kids was like "No, we're just studying" (BULL!), so she's like "Oh, OK, I didn't think it was you anyway" with this REALLY catty tone in her voice. Ugh! As if! So, I walked away, really unhappily. Then I mumbled something not nice, which I quite loudly shared with my flatmates once I returned. Then, as I thought more about it, I got more upset, and went upstairs and stood outside of their apartment door, just listening. The conversation went like this:
Girl: So, you can do the worm?
Guy: Yeah.
Girl: Oh! Show me!
Guy: Ok.
(meanwhile I'm thinking "They have been BREAK DANCING?!?!")
Another guy: So, the people below us just came up to yell. They said we were too loud.
::all laugh sinister-like::
Guy: Yeah, we were like "Oh, we're just studying"
::all laugh again, even more cruelly::
That was when I heard enough. I do not deal with liars well. Nor do I deal well with people who accuse me of something I did not do. So, it's on! I will take you down. And you will wish you never had to face my Polish, stubborn nature. Bring it on, yo!!
Road trip tomorrow - cannot wait!
Caritas et veritas (in true Theresian fashion!).
