The pre-kindergarteners are starting tomorrow. I would be lying if I said I was not nervous. Praying all goes well. I’m counting on my kindergarteners to be my trusty helpers.
Zondra and I have 31 kids now. That’s a lot of little ones. Whew!
I pinch myself everyday because I can’t believe I am back teaching. And in my former classroom. Thank you, God.
I am finding that when I am in the presence of the pure innocence of a 5-year-old, all of the yuckies that are happening in life seem to temporarily go away. Children are healing.
I watched a lot of the 9-11 coverage over the weekend. As more and more coverage is shown, it is unbelievable the amount of heroes that keep emerging 10 years later. On 9-11-01, I was a sophomore at Michigan State, living in Beechwood Apartments with my former roommates and teammates, Sarah and Dana. I remember feeling so frustrated because I went to my Teaching 301 class that morning and our professor did not allow us to watch the coverage. I still don’t understand why.
I’m looking forward to my shows returning. Parenthood, Glee, Grey’s, and Modern Family. I used to love The Office but I can’t imagine watching it now without Michael Scott. We will see.
I still have a list of blog topics I want to write about. Can you tell it’s really bugging me?
I can’t wait to see Dr. Lavallee and tell him I am back to work.
New Spartan football uniforms? I’m kinda digging them. I know a lot of people who aren’t though.
I lost my first week in the Fantasy Football league I am a part of. Maybe it is because my strategy for the draft was to try and pick players who I read about in US Weekly. Oh well, I still gotta step up my game.
By October, I want to be back to exploring “creating a family” options.
It’s been a transition trading in my Yoga pants for school clothes again. I had to dig most of my school clothes out of the basement. I’m trying to figure out, though, why it still feels like I have nothing to wear.
I am mourning the day Regis retires. He was one of my best buds all last year.
I was asked yesterday if I faked being sick last year. It just makes me realize more and more that there needs to be a much bigger emphasis on invisible illness awareness.
It is hard to explain EDS and POTS to people in 2-3 sentences.
High fiber foods make my stomach issues worse. I am such a backwards person.
The choir at St. John’s Student Parish is amazing. As a person with zero musical talent, the beauty of their music blows me away each Sunday.
Loving this quote: “She turned her can’ts into cans, and her dreams into plans.” ~Yamada
Midodrine is still making me feel like I have ants crawling on my head, but I would not stop taking it at this point for anything. It is allowing me to stand up for most of the morning.
I am excited for my first glass of apple cider. That’s when I know it really is fall.
I am almost 30.
I’ve been listening to a lot of Josh Ritter lately.
Did I mention the pre-kindergarteners start tomorrow?
And finally, my heart is heavy this week with the news that a fellow EDS’r suddenly passed away last week. She was only 26. We need a cure! RIP, Susan. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.
Never, ever take life for granted.