I'm finally NOT overwhelmed at work so hopefully I can be a better blogger. So far, two weeks in, I am loving the job. I don't know if you know this about me, but I'm a pretty good teacher. The hardest part of the job is acting like an adult and being professional around the other adults. Seriously, that is really hard for me. I wore some new boots to work the other day and someone complimented me on them and I had to stop myself from doing a tap dance in them. Specifically the move where you twirl your arms like windmills while your legs are doing jumping jacks.
That was my first instinct. Something like that happens every second of every day I'm around a coworker. Now you understand why I have been avoiding the work-a-day world for so long.
The kids are a lot of fun. They openly enjoy a good boot dance. They are just now learning how to run their locker combinations. I told them they will dream of forgetting their locker combination for the rest of their lives. One girl was coming to class late all the time with a huge pile of books and I found out she had given up on her locker and just decided to carry everything with her all day long for the next three years. I've been making her practice opening her locker and now she can do it like an old pro. Yesterday the kids really buttered me up by telling me that I look like I'm 37 and feigned shock when I told them I'm almost 42. (Who says they don't have social skills!) They said that I look good in yellow, and that they like my fingernails. One kid asked me if I dyed my hair. I told him if I didn't, it would be mostly gray. He said, "You can't even tell you dye it." Which was weird, because how did he know to ask me if I dye it in the first place if it looks totally natural?
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That was my first instinct. Something like that happens every second of every day I'm around a coworker. Now you understand why I have been avoiding the work-a-day world for so long.
The kids are a lot of fun. They openly enjoy a good boot dance. They are just now learning how to run their locker combinations. I told them they will dream of forgetting their locker combination for the rest of their lives. One girl was coming to class late all the time with a huge pile of books and I found out she had given up on her locker and just decided to carry everything with her all day long for the next three years. I've been making her practice opening her locker and now she can do it like an old pro. Yesterday the kids really buttered me up by telling me that I look like I'm 37 and feigned shock when I told them I'm almost 42. (Who says they don't have social skills!) They said that I look good in yellow, and that they like my fingernails. One kid asked me if I dyed my hair. I told him if I didn't, it would be mostly gray. He said, "You can't even tell you dye it." Which was weird, because how did he know to ask me if I dye it in the first place if it looks totally natural?
Kids say the darndest things!
ReplyDeleteOh my God, I did a faux tap dance in a job interview a few weeks ago. So far, it's landed me nowhere. We are cut from the same cloth.
ReplyDeletei might need to implement a daily boot dance.
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