i see.... well people see me i guess.

if you couldn't tell by my awkwardly phrased title, today i was observed, for the first time.

(play triumphant music here)

that music obviously signifies the awesome job that i did. aaaaaaand because i am trying to distract myself from lesson planning i would love to tell you about it!

sorry. i got distracted with said lesson planning.

it happens.

also-- can i just say that this is the most tedious process ever.

(except for maybe that time alyssa untangled a kite. that was pretty intense, as well as completely tedious. i would have just thrown that shit away.)

anyways, i was complimented on my snazzy skirt. so... apparently someday, i will win the award for best dressed teacher.

and i also found out that my voice goes down when i ask the students questions.

however, i was told, that the remedy was just to always act like i was super exicted about whatever i was talking about.

good thing i'm trained in acting.

....and by that i mean i played the evil stepmother once in high school.

that may be hindering my teaching more than helping.

uh oh...

speech is my hammer bang the world into shape

so its been a while, i'll be honest.

but.. i have a good reason, i promise!

we had to basically be TAKS' best friend this whole week, and im just tired. all the time. so it comes to sleep or blog... and sleep generallly wins.

so lets get this show on the road, shall we? (and by show, i mean the hilarious re-telling of my life.)

needless to say, my eighth period class has gotten the best of me.

why? you ask... well, do i have a story for you.

have you had water lately? do you need to pee? because you may just wet your pants at my expense... so i will just wait until your done.

...

alright, so. basically, these kids are thinking that they're main goal is to make me look like an idiot, right? yes.

generally, they fail... real bad.

however, recently... they beat me, reeeeeal bad.

so this kid makes a joke to the inclusion teacher, right?

"...did you know that you can tell how old you are by looking in your left eye?"

and the teacher replies,

" yeah, you just count the rings"

...you would think i was smarter than that. ... but i wasn't. so now i have this same kid laughing at me all the time.

when he's walking in the hall? laughing at me.

when im walking in the hall? laughing at me.

in class? laughing at me.

in front of everyone? laughing at me.

de.press.ing.

however

i did have a golden moment, just yesterday!

so, i have this kid, who is a third year repeater, still considered a ninth grader, a father, and generally doesn't participate..

but, somehow, i got through to him!

we were taking a taks test, because the school district hates us or something, so we have to take those now.

so anyways were taking this test, and this kid raises his hand, i assumed he was going to ask to go to the bathroom or something, so... i was not excited.

i walked over, and i was like, "whats up," and he said "misssss i don't wanna read no more." and i was like, "now, i know that you are smarter than this, and that you can do this."

"nawwww misss i hate reading, and teachers usually have to trick me into reading missss"

"well how about this.... i bet... you.... can't finish this test..."

"alrghhhht miss, you got me... i'll finish it."

did you hear that america? that kid finished it.

oh, and not only did he finish it, oh no.

he definitely had the second highest grade in the whole class.

best.day.ever.

maybe my life will turn into freedom writers... who knows, i am like, four kids away from them all loving me and asking me to follow them to their next grade... who knows!

the world is my oyster.

eww, nevermind. the world is my mango. i don't like oysters... so im changing that phrase.

deal wit it.

or, as i like to say to my kids, " well, i'm from houston...so you know how we roll down there."

but not like the jonas brothers. like. chamillionaire. i ride dirrrrrrrtay.

oh, and the principal walked into my classroom today.

it was terrible. but at the same time, i was like. "suuuuck it. these kids are APEing the shit out of this!"

APE means ANSWER, PROVE, EXPLAIN.

its the new taks thing.

also, im still awesome.

what happens to a dream deferred?

so. in case you didn't get that AMAZING reference, these past two days, we have been covering poetry. more specifically, langston hughes' poem, " a dream deferred"

1. i love this poem.

2. the kids don't really understand it at all.

3. i've tried everything i can.

so. anyways, were doing this whole poem thing with the kids and it was ...well interesting.

...lemme just tell you guys..

TUESDAY

so were doing this poem thing right? and the kids.. well they like it. i think. on a scale of one to ten, i would say like 6. which is good, because sometimes i feel like they are at like a 3 with the activities that we plan.

we read a different poem though, and the kids liked it enough. i think.. .

i also taught my first class "by myself"

if you are wondering why i put quotes around that, its because i didn't really teach bymyself.

but i will say that my teacher told me that it sounded like i was someone who had been teaching for years.

but without fail, i said my real name out loud again.

and then there was that one kid who of course let me know it again. " oh, i'm sorry adriana, i just need some help"

did you hear that? he said my name and was aware of it.

he was trying to start something.

(can you hear that michael jackson playing? because throughout the rest of the class, all that was stuck in my head was *you wanna be starting something..* but just that part of the song, because i don't really know anything other than the chorus)

but i didnt let it get to me..

...that much.

and then i had to grade papers.

which made me realize i never want to ever have to grade papers. ever. ever. ever again.

TODAY

i do enjoy these days. the "a" days. it's all eleventh graders, and the kids aren't all that horrible. (not that the tenth graders are horrible. they're just still trying to figure out who they are.)

anyways, all day today was about the langston hughes poem. did i mention that i love that poem. because i so do.

it was a good day. i had my chatty kathy's, and i taught my lesson. they were ridiculous. they crack my up. i was informed however, that my main issue is that i don't walk around the room enough.

let me explain this. i taught class at the last period of the day. i had another class before that, a break for lunch, and then a class before thought.

in retrospect, maybe i should have re-thought standing up for all those other classes, because when it got to the class i was supposed to be teaching, my puppies were hounding.

not my literal puppies, i didnt have dogs in that class, it was my feet. they were what really hurt a lot. like so much.

so much so, that i went and got a pedicure right after. (and my eyebrows... which of course flamed up and got really red, and i looked not pretty afterwards. because it was bad. )

anyways, my feet were pretty and happy. and thats all that matters.

so now, i can look forward to putting the grades from the papers that i graded yesterday...into the gradebook.

why is my life no fun anymore. whatever will become of me?

whoops.

i had stuff written here, but it got lost. which is why the title "whoops" works i suppose.

i'm going to try and remember what i was writing, but im pretty sure its lost forever.

......yeah. im drawing a blank on last week.

on the plus side, no school today!!! that was a beautiful way to start this week!

...were doing poems tomorrow... that should be fun.

.....ok. well. this has been awkward enough. i'll write tomorrow.

sorry i failed you so horribly

there isn't a lot of money in revenge.

in case you were wondering, based upon the blog title, we are still in the first thirty minutes of the princess bride.

but more importantly, today...my cover was blown.

in that some kid figured out my first name.

it.was.terrible.

picture this:

so i'm in class, being the bad cop, if you will. (however, by bad cop, i just mean really sarcastic partner to my cooperating teacher who is nicer and silly. he's nice and silly, and im sarcastic and dont really take shit.)

so anyways. im being the somewhat bad cop (ahhh, now i feel better about that term)

and making sure kids are writing essays and such... and then, apparently, the kid who i had nicknamed "billy" because he refused to tell me his name (which if anything was an upgrade from "nothing")

anyways.. "billy" looked down at my glossy name badge.... ( my name badge is cool my name badge is glossy.... what chu know bout me, whatcha whatcha know bout me) ,

anyways, he looked at this glossy badge where my hair looks amazing ( i don't care what josh says, and volumptuous isn't a word... by the way....) and saw my name.

not just my last name folks, i'm talking full first and last name.

and it was then, that all my power was drained from within my fingertips.

have you seen... space jam? remember when those aliens come in and steal all those basketball players powers... and then they are confused, and look like they have something off about them?

that was me.

( if someone can find me my missing basketball with all my teaching powers, i would appreciate it.)

billy called me my real name and i was like, ....what? last time i checked you cannot call me that. it is either Ms.A or what everyone else calls me.

and you know what that little punk did?

he goes, ok (my.first.name.) i'll get back to work then.

in the room, im pretty sure all the students heard the signal he had just given the class to attack, and then it was a free-for-all.

what i wanted to do was punch the kid.

could i? no.

ugggggggggggh. tomorrow i am wearing my name badge backwards. all day.

try and guess my first name now! hah!

also-- since when is reading my name off of a badge such a big accomplishment anyways.

i should have said something like, "oh, congratulations. you can read."

would that have beeen too mean?

nahhh.

inconceivable

so. let me preface this post with this:

i forgot my lunch today.

why is that a big deal you ask?

because i had everything in little baggies and everything, and i was super pumped to eat it at lunch. ...only to find out that i had forgotten it at home. and then, i was forced to live off of a special K bar. (im not talking drugs here. ...or protein. if "k" is found in that. im talking the cereal here folks.)

anyways.

today, as part of our lesson, we began to watch "the princess bride"

can you say super exciting?

well. thats how i felt too. until the third viewing.

but you know what little nugget i just realized? i am going to watch this movie three more times tomorrow.

also, we didn't finish the movie, which means im going to also finish the movie six times. i am not going to want to watch "the princess bride" ever...again.

well. i mean, i will, because i love that movie.

what made me laugh though was that some of the kids fell asleep. and when i said laugh, i meant cry.

how can you fall asleep during the princess bride?

OH! also. major breakthrough kids.

i taught, by myself for a whole like.... twenty minutes. ALL ALONE.

it was terrifying.

well, at least it was terrifying when some kid decided to get all moody, and no matter how many times i tried to explain something to these kids, they failed to grasp the concept.

concept: they wrote a short story, and today they were going to write an introduction and conclusion... which would turn it into an essay.

how does that not make sense.

i swear, no other class had problems but this one. so... that probably had something to do with the fact that they were trying to test me.

and boy, did they test me.

you know what was inconceivable?

how the minute that my teacher walked back in, everything all of a sudden made sense again.

inconceivable i say! inconceivable!

my hair is so big because its full of secrets

i know, i know. i forgot to write in this thing for three days now. but in order to give you the full me becoming basil moreau experience, ill try and break it down for you.

WEDNESDAY -- just kidding. i wrote a blog on that day. but wednesday is a really weird word. just like weird. (thought i would share that.)

THURSDAY

so first of all, apparently on UT game days you can wear all the jeans and UT t-shirts you want if you are a teacher. for that reason alone, i wish i had a t-shirt so that i could have worn it. but i didn't have one. so i wore fancy clothes instead. those are never all that fun. me, im a t-shirt jeans girl.

unfortunately, those jeans are only allowed on fridays. and if any of you went outside on friday it was freezing cold. therefore, that wasnt happening.

back to thursday-- our writing assignment had to do with scars, so in order to have a larger influence on the class, i told a story about when i was young and cracked my head open after falling off a mcdonalds playplace.

there went one of my secrets.. flying out of my hair.

then i went home to watch the UT game, because im part of the dude clique now.. so i gotta know how these things work in case i get asked questions about it the next day.

i already haven't seen scarface or casablanca or silence of the lambs. so i'm not doing as awesome as i would like to be in those areas.

so needless to say, i watched the game. because i didn't want to continue to let my dude clique down. and i guess i like texas.

FRIDAY

so. as i mentioned earlier it was too pinche cold to wear jeans, mainly because i left all my long ones at my moms. and by that i mean all the ones i have here don't reach the floor. so there was no way in hell i was going out into the 20 degree weather to deal with that.

so i was in my pants. hahah well of course i was. anyways. i wore my fancy pants again and perhaps questionable boots.

how could boots be questionable you ask?

well. i had already fallen wearing these boots once before. but i still just attribute that to my immense lack of grace. or balance for that matter.

for instance, i have fallen at weddings while walking down the aisle, down flights of stairs at my school, when its raining, when its sunny, when its snowing, when its foggy, on mondays, on tuesdays, wednesdays, thursdays, when its cold... you get the drift here right?

so. it was a cold day. and what happened? i ate it. hardcore.

so hardcore that the two officers ran over to me and were like, "oh my gosh, ms. are you ok? is everything alright?" now i had fallen before school had started, but not so much before school that there were not kids in the courtyard around me. in order to draw less attention to that fact, i decided that the best thing to do was to walk through the pain.

it was a lot of pain.

so much so that my teacher then sent me to the nurses office with a pass. like a highschooler.

thats how i started my day.

and then, i told that very story, with more detail, and SAT words three more times that day.

can you hear that? its another secret escaping my hair.

SATURDAY

well.. i finally unpacked all my clothes, and have successfully laid some out for monday and tuesday.

other than that, i watched breakfast at tiffany's.. for the first time. yeah i know, you're disappointed in me.

also, my dude clique probably wouldn't be too happy that i am watching breakfast at tiffany's. they probably think i should be watching casablanca.

well i didnt.

SUNDAY (today)

today i am going to go grocery shopping, because i have no bread, nor sandwich bags in which to put the sandwiches that the bread would be used for in.

and i start up confirmation classes again. i guess that its good that im bringing Jesus back into my life.

(i felt the need to capitalize the "j". i struggled with that decision though.)

so. there you go, those are the past three days, and today, caught up.

until tomorrow, where i will likely do something else that needs to be recorded, so that in the future i can look back and laugh.

karma is a bitch.

so . let me set the scene for you:

last period of the day before the planning period. 11th grade english. so far, we have had one chick cry, lots of kids say that the story is gross, and a lack of attention across the board. ( but lets be honest here. its cold and were two days back from break.)

anyways. class is going on as usual, kids are paying attention...ish. and then, in walks a girl and sits down away from everyone else in a desk separate from the rows. i was like, "ah. this is a girl who likes her space."

LIES.

and within minutes, i knew that this was what karma had been waiting to throw in my face since first grade.

if you know me, then you would know what im talking about. lets just say that from first through fifth grade, i had a "special" desk outside of the classroom for when i got too chatty. basically, the minute my ADHD got to distracting the rest of the class i was allowed to go to my "special" desk and chatter away to myself.

ah...i miss those days.

oh right, today. . .

so, this chick, literallly had me cracking up because she was obviously trying, but could not stop talking throughout the class period.

this was when i came to the realization that i was going to have to pay for my unexplainable amount of talking that i had throughout my life.

needless to say, every time i laughed i set her off again, so it was a vicious cycle i couldn't stop.

apparently tomorrow its supposed to be really cold.

eff that. i hate the cold. disappointing.

until tomorrow.

last time i checked it was daylight..

well. now that i have apparently slept through a majority of the evening.. i suppose i can get to this.

what i really need to be doing is going grocery shopping. i literally have a brita in my fridge and i think some of those little cow or baby cow or whatever cow cheeses.

so. in hopes of being productive tomorrow.. i set my alarm for five thirty! ballsy i know. but i should be able to go grocery shopping, pack a lunch, and get to school by 8:15ish if my math calculations are correct. (mind you, my math calculations are never correct so don't put too much stock into that.)

today was interesting.

i am never wearing those stupid boots again. not the cowboy kind. the winter kind. but with a heel.

i had a reason for wearing these stupid things, i was all " i need to be somewhat taller than at least like two of these kids. ah! boots with a sensible heel. these should work."

sensible my ass. they were painful, and i was still super short compared to those stupid kids. (its all those growth hormones.. .im telling you)

on the plus side, my shirt did have sleeves. so i am improving in some places.

i cannot believe i slept as long as i did. this is gonna be keeping me up at all sorts of random times.

oooh! plus side, on certain days i have a super long lunch. it is epic. also, i feel like teachers have little high school cliques. and i am in the dude clique. i find it quite funny. everyone is really sarcastic and hilarious... so i fit right in.. of course.

well here's to hoping tomorrow i dont have to wait for my car to thaw all the ice off before driving. that was definitely the lamest part of the day. boooooring. i do not have the attention span for that. there is a reason that i chose to teach here instead of new york. oh yeah. the snow man.

im no frosty.

professional undevelopment...

well heylo there

today was officially my first day of student teaching. it was professional development day at my school... and lemme tell you. i feel very... well. unchanged really.

number one.... if i have any tip to give you guys... its to check the weather before you leave the house. i was cold because i assumed that it would be warmer outside than i was at the apartment. i was seriously mistaken.

number two.... wear comfortable shoes.

that one is self explanatory. geez. i can't force feed you guys everything.

can you imagine being on your feet in heels for like... all day...? i can. i would be rude. and angry.

so. today basically consisted of me sitting in meetings where i didn't belong... drawing kindergarten-like pictures of scenes in the ocean and other ridiculous pictures and making friends with teachers.

lets just say that this is the start of something...

...dare i say it?

yes.

it is the start of something EPIC. (insert the happy star wars music here)

also... something really tiring. i came home today... and fell asleep on accident at like. six! this is going to be an interesting semester.

will i be able to carry on a social life past 7pm?

only time will tell you.

whoops. and me i guess.

i got a tad distracted..

so. remember when i was all consistent with this thing. then, i came home to austin, and everything attacked without warning. and by that i mean that i have no gas in my apartment so i'm encompassed by very cold air.

picture this: later on, i will probably have to wear all the clothes i own and wrap my comforter around me.

i am from an island country! i am not used to it practically snowing in my apartment. damn you gas company! dammmmmmmmmmn you!

anyways. even though my bags are calling my name and saying "un-pack me... or wear wrinkled clothes tomorrow" i found myself doing this instead.

did you know that tomorrow i start the rest of my life? and by that i mean i start student teaching. *insert the DUN DUN DUN sound here*

am i ready for this? ...honestly? yeah no not so much.

-i haven't gone grocery shopping.. which means that i have no lunch to be packed tomorrow.

-i haven't unpacked... which means the clothes i will inevitably be wearing tomorrow will be wrinkled.

-i haven't packed my new teacher bag... which means that i will be real messy tomorrow.

this is going to be a rough tomorrow.

also. did i mention that when it comes to things like this i revert back to my second grade self...in that when i have something new in store for the next day i generally can't sleep the night before.

lame? yes. i know.

so ten bucks says i will not be sleeping well tonight. because i will be so (now don't judge me here) excited and nervous about tomorrow that i won't sleep tonight.

man just admitting that makes me feel lame.

so there you go world: i am a 6 year old in a 21 year old's body.

suck on that!!!!