im going to try to stay commited to this thing for as long as i can. it might be harder than i know though...my fingers are almost frozen right now.
today i was driving home from work (i guess you can call it work, im working but im not getting paid but that's ok, i'll be a rich teacher in only a matter of months) so im cruising down 64 letting urshers smooth voice relax me and all that and im just zoned in to the solid line on my right and the dashed one on my left. next thing i know, i look up ahead and my heart drops. (you're probably thinking i saw a cop and he turned his blue lights on and was about to come after me...close) no i saw this little old forrest green '02 taurus. keep in mind that i drive like a grandma anyway, speed limit is 70, im getting it at a deathly fast 72. i slam on breaks and i am freaking out. i get up behind the car and the whole time im thinking that this car is my grandma, and i am scared to death to pass her. granted, she was going a blistering 65 and i immediately found myself doing about 64. i start thinking and trying to figure the whole thing out. i know she is going 5 under the limit, but i know if i pass her she will probably start crying, and then bring it up sunday afternoon at family lunch and i could be awarded 'worst grandchild award' i honestly stayed behind her for about 10 minutes and then decided that i would pass her going 67, and hopes that she wouldn't see me...i pass her and it's not my grandma aferall. why did i fear passing my grandmother more than i fear passing a police officer? my grandma is a towering 4' 10" if not shorter, soft spoken, and the sweetest lady ever, yet i was still afraid to pass her slow driving self. can't really explain it, but it happens
speaking of ursher, i was listening to his music on that drive home and i thought of a student in one of my classes who kind of reminds me of usher or what i think he would have been like in high school. i wonder if he had that 6-pack when he was in jr. high? maybe... i wonder if he was as honest back then as he was with his 'confessions' cd? don't know why usher is on the mind, but he is, no homo
anyone that i have talked to lately knows the joys i have been having student teaching...more like just studenting. 3 straight days i was mistaken for a student by assistant principal, teachers, and other students. latest story was yesterday when i and other teachers and administrators were invited to come judge 5 different groups desserts/businesses for their home ec class. i volunteer my time for some free food and hurry downstairs to assist. i walk in the room and feel a tap on my shoulder and look to see a student and he asks me really curiously, "yo dude, how did you get out of class to come do this???" i just laughed and said i knew the teacher really well.
my life is awesome and i am blessed. i will try to bring some more randomness tomorrow...God is love
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