And then I woke up in San Diego!
My classes finished last night, I took two days off work, and drove six and a half hours through the desert to get here.
I love this place.
I’ve been at the JCC for six days now and I love it, I love working with kids, they are clever and funny and amazing and they make me laugh even when they frustrate me. They assigned me to be a floating teacher because I don’t have a degree in child education and I hadn’t had any preschool experience, so I would just go to different classrooms (sometimes four in one day) as needed and it was awesome (unless I was in the infant or 1/2 rooms … I prefer children who can talk haha).
Yesterday one of the teachers I had worked with for a few hours last week asked me to come to get room right before my shift ended, and she told me that her assistant teacher was quitting and she had specifically asked the center director to give me the position. They had offered her a choice between two different people who had both been floaters for years now, and she turned them both down and asked for me.
So essentially I have been there for six days and I have already gotten a promotion. I’m not even out of my probation period yet! It’s amazing. They told me when they hired me that might take a few years to get an assistant position … haha.
I’m thrilled, obviously. JoDee is my second favorite teacher there and her kids are awesome, and I’m so happy that I get this opportunity.
the prospect of getting a B in a class caused you to break down in tears.
I got an F on a paper because the formatting somehow got messed up when I emailed it, and after she graded it and I realized what happened, I immediately sent a PDF to the teacher, explaining what happened. She wrote me back and thanked me, but isn’t changing my grade. I had a 93% before and now I have an 89%.
I hate school.
The Avengers Space Horror AU
In 2079 the Loki, a SHIELD Corporation deep space research vessel, ceases communication with Earth. Its final transmission is a cry for help, followed by white noise. SHIELD Corp. employs a North Atlantic Marine Corps search and rescue unit to investigate the mystery, and look for possible survivors.
After fifty-six days, North Atlantic Marine Corps Vessel The Avenger, consisting of a crew of nine, docks in Neptune’s orbit.
Even though no traces of human activity are found, the crew decide to follow their mission parameters and board the Loki. Welcomed by the sight of blood-drenched corridors and sensor readings bordering on impossible, soon it becomes clear the crew might be in for more than any of them bargained for.
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I will probably never have time to use social media ever again because my new job is awesome but during my lunch breaks I do school work and then I go home and make dinner and do school work and so I am very busy and very tired and no longer ever want to do anything ever again.
We’re still in the moving process. I was hoping to be done on Sunday but obviously that did not happen. Ugh.
War bonnets are specifically worn by powerful, respected American Indian men with a history of valor who are leaders in their Tribal community. In other words, the only people who should be wearing war bonnets are chiefs or well-respected warriors, like Tatanka Iyotanka, Chief Sitting Bull of the Hunkpapa Lakota—not Chloe Kardashian, or the pop star Ke$ha.
Can you imagine the outrage if a celebrity was featured in scantily clad photos with a Medal of Valor or a Silver Star or the Congressional Medal of Honor that they didn’t earn? Such an inconsiderate display would be akin to the wearing of a war bonnet by someone who hasn’t earned it. This disgrace should be included in the Theft of Valor Act.
Spent all day yesterday moving. Today I get to frantically finish my homework (two chapters, a paper, discussion posts, a test) and then … move more things.
I hate moving. I’m so sore.
On the plus side, I’m treating myself to a breakfast burrito, yum.
In every ECE class I take, we have to do one really big project that we have to pass in order to pass the class, and they go on a website called Taskstream and they all get reviewed when we graduate and we’re supposed to use it as a portfolio for job interviews or whatnot.
Anyway. I get a lot of anxiety about these because obviously if I don’t do well I won’t pass, but if you don’t get 100%, you’re not going to get an A in the class and I don’t like getting anything less than an A (in my art & music class I was the only one to get 100% and everyone hated me for it, hahahaha). So basically you submit it and then you wait and wait and wait and they send you an email saying your submission was graded BUT DON’T TELL YOU WHAT GRADE YOU GOT. So I have severe anxiety for about ten minutes until I can log on and go through all their menus BUT —
I got 100%!!
Is it any wonder, then, that for her vows, Leslie told Ben “The things that you have done for me to help me, support me, surprise me, to make me happy, go above and beyond what any person deserves. You’re all I need. I love you and I like you.” There’s very little in popular culture that would have told Leslie, or that tells any woman, that she’ll find a partner who isn’t just happy to be supportive when it’s a fit, but who, when his interests and hers are in conflict, will prioritize hers, and choose and work to support them again and again. And there’s something remarkable about Ben’s declaration that “In my time working for the state government, my job sent me to 46 cities in 11 years. I lived in villages with eight people, rural communities, farming towns, I was sent to every corner of Indiana. And then I came here, and I realized this whole time I was wandering around everywhere looking for you.” Ben didn’t just find Leslie. In looking for the recovery of his own reputation, Ben found Leslie’s career instead, and made it his cause—the man’s come so far that he’s even capable of being touched by what appears to be the mysterious resurrection of Lil’ Sebastian.
For another couple, it might have been bizarre for the bride to wear a dress that’s made of headlines and documents about her career, but for Ben and Leslie, it’s perfect. Working together on projects like the Harvest Festival and her election didn’t just bring Ben and Leslie together and then closer as a couple—it was a core substance of their relationship and a reflection of their mutual values. And showing us a relationship like that is one of the reasons I don’t just love Parks and Recreation: I like it, too"