Friday, March 26, 2004

Tonight is our school auction benefit. I get to dress up all pretty, and go have a free meal. I think Danny is glad that he isn't going anymore. I got him off the hook when I found out that a lot of the faculty members are not bringing their significant others. But I'm not sure if I'm up for schmoozing tonight. I just want to eat my meal, and then leave. I hope I can weasel my way out gracefully.

Thursday, March 25, 2004

The fifth graders at our school are earning merits for helping teachers in the classroom. It's part of their Civil War unit. HOORAY! Two of them are taking down my Ancient Greece bulletin board as I write. Ah. I always get a ton of things done around the classroom during Civil War time.

I love my job. I feel very lucky. I only hear about how people hate their jobs, grow dull to the pain and suffering involved with their jobs, or run away from their jobs back to school. Except for Hanah. She's always saying, "I LOVE my job!" And Barbara.

Anyways, I think I need to slow down a bit. I've been tutoring two kids after school, two times a week. I've been involved with the 8th grade play (which is on April 7th and 8th). I am always behind in grading student work. Did you ever have one of those teachers who never pass back tests and assignments until way later? Well, that's me.

Wednesday, March 03, 2004

I'm so tired. Please, someone teach me how to manage my time better. I need to pack for Seattle. We're off tomorrow for Ted's wedding. It should be a great time of celebrating. Minho and Miriam will be our traveling companions. Whenever Minho and Danny get together, they inevitably start talking about Star Wars, Robotech, Fantasy Baseball, and Dr. Mario. It's really nice seeing them together. Old friends reconnecting. Minho and his family were a huge part of Danny's life; therefore, they are a huge part of mine. Meeting them was a necessary step in understanding Danny's past.

Speaking of past, the other day Danny and I were reminiscing about our dating days as we looked through our "box of memories." How fragile was our love! And how cheesy were we!