Friday, February 27, 2009

The Hobby Hobbit

So there's no school today, and Trevor and I are home all day. There are times when the unemployment thing isn't so bad! Anyway, Trevor has developed a new hobby. I dubbed this post "the Hobby Hobbit" and he really liked that. He's even wearing his Hobbit t-shirt today, which says, "What about second breakfast?" on it.


Anyway.

Last year, he started work on a pirate ship over at Henry's house. I think I blogged about it..here. Anyway, he's almost finished with it. Like, months and months later. And suddenly he's distressed that he doesn't have the proper backdrop for it.


So he's making one.






Well, he's unemployed and bored. You can only look for a job for so many hours a day I suppose. Anyway, he tells me on the phone that he made a dock for it. And then he started a little house. At first I was like, "Whatever" but then he really got going on it, and I have to admit it's pretty cute. He's so good a little detail work like that. I think he misses working with his hands, ever since he stopped being a jeweler. He found these tiny rocks at his dad's house, and pain-sakingly glued them on.


Is there a career where you can get PAID for this kind of monotony? Let us not forget that he did similar meticulous things for this costume.



My sister Jen says that for us to find Trevor a career that really suits him, we need to find what he's good at. Um...is there a way to make money doing this? Probably not. So we're back to square one. Ah well, I told him to enjoy his model-making while he can. Once Afton gets here, it might not be so easy. We're a little bored today, but trying to enjoy it--it could be our last long boring "nothing to do" day for a while, right?

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Sister-in-Training

So my sister Cindy came to my school today to shadow me, as she will be performing my job for the first few weeks after my baby is born--which could be any time! She wrote all about it on her blog, so I thought I'd copy her. It seems like a good idea.


She also told me that my paragraphs are too long on my blog and that's why no one reads it.


So I'm going to make them much shorter this time.


Is it working?


It was fun having my sister here all day, and her being PAID to hang out with me. I was glad she could get over exclaiming over my belly long enough to listen to my instructions, but inevitably she returned to the belly.


I think she's going to do a fantabulous job. It's nice to know I am leaving my classroom in good hands. I'm kind of a mother hen about my classes--things have to be done just so, and when I have a sub, I am always afraid it won't be done right. But then I remind myself that its not like the kids are going to be scarred for the rest of their life if things are taught a little differently. They might actually learn more from her than from me, who knows?


New paragraph. Man, this is hard. I'm going to practice some more.


Ok. I'm getting better at it. That feels better. Right now I am sitting at parent-teacher conferences, and since we follow the "student-lead" format in the spring, I pretty much sit here while the students present to their parents the portfolio they prepared, and I talke to parents as they come in. Most my students are passing (because let's face it, this class is easy) so I don't have a whole lot to do.


This is boring.


I'm going to go now.

Monday, February 23, 2009

My Rant for the Day

So at lunch today I jokingly said to the ladies, "I don't want to go back to work! I want to sluff 6th and 7th period!" Little did I know. I walk in, and there's a maintainence man waiting for me. He's going to move the switches for my lab from the table where they are right next to my desk, in the way and noisy, to high up on the wall where they will be out of the way. I've been waiting for them to do this all year, so even though the timing wasn't right, I wasn't about to complain. Poor guy. He really did try to be as unobtrusive as possible. He tells me a table has to be moved out of the way, and then goes somewhere, so I have to crawl around on the floor (let us all remember I'm two weeks from my due date so this is not an easy task) unplugging millions of cords that have gotten wrapped around the legs of the table, and plugging them in again. Meanwhile, students for 6th period are pouring into my room, getting in the way, asking questions, coming up to me with problems like "my computer won't work" or "mine won't log me in..."


The guy comes back, and proceeds to move another table with the printers on it, which requires me to move more cords and more crap on the floor out of his way, while at the same time I'm trying to take roll and then start my kids on their lesson for the day. The whole period was pretty much me trying to shut the kids up and do their computer assignment, while at the same time, helping this poor guy do his job and get done. Not to mention that the class is on a shortened schedule due to some other activities that day, so I had even less time to teach the lesson than I usually do. And it's also my worst class--36 kids, my biggest, and 24 of them are boys. And any class that has that many boys in it is ALWAYS a challenge. I wasn't exactly patient. Every time I helped the maintainence guy, they all start talking and getting off task, and I have to reign them back in by screetching at them. Then the guy needs to unplug all the switches, which means my kids won't have access to their computers anymore. I was running around, trying to get them all saved and done so they coudl log out. URG...

Did it get better? 7th peirod comes in. I have no computer now so I can't take roll, and I can't print them their grade reports they need. We have an auction that period--where I have tons of candy and the kids bid for it with fake money they've been earning all term. It's crazy and loud and I'm so sweaty and tired and fluttered that I keep warning them to shut up or I swear I'll go into labor RIGHT NOW. It was crazy. Today, I really did NOT like my job! And then I had to go to two meetings after school and I couldn't get anyone to cover for me for one of them, and I just want to stay home and have this baby and leave work behind! Surely, SURELY, one infant can't be near as much work as ALL THIS??

Tomorrow is Parent Teacher Conferences. 13 hour day. And then again on Wednesday. Mad parents, yelling at their kids in front of me while I try to nicely intervene and point out all the GOOD things their kid has done (but he did turn in ONE assignment out of twelve, isn't that wonderful??) But hopefully it won't be as bad as that. We shall see. My goal: to get through Thursday and still be pregnant. After that Afton can come any time she wants!!!

Ok I know that was annoying. If you are still reading this, bless you. But MAN I feel better!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Random Thoughts During 1st Period

So I haven't updated for awhile. I have wanted to. I can't think of ANYTHING to write about. I read other blogs by my friends, who always write about random stuff that is so funny and I wish I could be more like them. Cindy always writes about stuff that's everyday but everyone deals with and relates to. I can never think of anything! Leslie will write short entries that are so hilarious and random, and I wish I could do that, too. And then there are those who have cute children, and so there's ALWAYS something to write about.

I don't have cute children. YET. What I do have, however, are obnoxious junior high students. Everyone always feels so bad for me that I have to deal with teenagers, but I prefer them to small children any day. Well, maybe not my OWN small children, but definately other people's. The hardest thing about teaching junior high is being able to discipline and keep kids this age in check. I just don't seem to have much trouble with that. It sort of comes to me naturally. So I get to revel in the advantages to this age group.

Advantages?

Yes, there are advantages to 7-9th graders.

1. My subject is much simpler at this level. I don't have to teach the real in-depth stuff that takes a lot of time and prep. I can stick to the basics.
2. I only have three preps, or subjects. In high school, business teachers can sometimes teach six different subjects. Any idea how much WORK that is?
3. I don't have to do FBLA or any after school clubs. Unless I want to (ballroom). That's pretty nice too. When the bell rings, i can go home.
4. It's a lot easier to get 7th graders to worship you than high school kids. And once they like you, they are far less likely to give you trouble. Ok, they don't worship me, but they like me. And I make darned sure it's not because I let them break rules or just talk all period. They work hard. But we have fun, too. Its easier to have fun with junior high kids. High school kids think EVERYTHING is lame. JR. high kids just SAY it is. But they don't really beleive it. They still have hope. They still have a bit of a kid in them. I love this age group.

What I want to know is, where are the 9th grade parents? (not 9th graders who are parents, but parents who have 9th graders...) Parent Teacher conferences are next week, (PLEASE say I won't have my baby before that!) and what's interesting is I get TONS of parents for my 7th graders who all have A's and are doing well, but the 9th graders who are struggling more rarely have a parent come. Why is that? 9th grade is when their grades "count." Why aren't their parents watching them more closely? I just don't get it. Maybe I will when I have a 9th grader myself...Man, that is a LONG time away!

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Too Fat to Dance...

So I wrote once, a few months ago, about how I'm too fat to dance. But last night I learned this is, in actuality, totally true. We went to a Valentine's dance with our friends Dave and Brittney, held at their stake house. I was rather surprised Trevor wanted to go to a dance at all, since I think the last time we went to one and danced at it was before we were actually dating! I walk in, and of course, the same thing happened to me that ALWAYS happens to me when I go to dances,ever since I was about 15 years old. The music fills me, and my brain clicks, and I register something like: "This is a swing!" and then my next thought is, "If only I had someone to dance with!" Because, of course, Trevor doesn't dance.

He told me once that "Rees men don't dance" and I told him that was stupid. He promised me he'd learn one day. We even bought him ballroom shoes last year. But any attempts to actually teach him anything have gone awry, except for one night when we were dating and he still cared about impressing me, when he let me teach him cha-cha for about five minutes. So the music is going, and I want to DANCE. I see people out on the floor, all of them married of course, and here and there are a few men who actually are dancing the triple swing. I consider poaching them, despite both of our married status, and despite the fact that I am 35 1/2 weeks pregnant.

We go out on the floor and talk to some friends of ours that we haven't seen since our wedding. And HE looks like he can dance. I tell Trevor I'm going to dance with him, and he says I shouldn't. And I say I'm fine! So we go talk to them, and another swing comes on--a really, really good one! Usually I can never enjoy dances until I've gotten at least one dance "ouf of my system" and then I don't mind so much that I'm not dancing. So I promptly poach this woman's husband. She was a totally good sport about it. Trevor had already made his way to the punch bowl and refreshments, so he wasn't there to stop me.

I never had much stamina. Even when I was a size 8 and 18. So we dance for about two minutes, maybe less, and I decide that's enough for me. And I didn't mind not dancing the rest of the night. Though I did TRY a deacon shuffle with Trevor, but it was hard because my belly was too big between us and I had to bend over awkwardly. Come to think of it, that's probably why my back hurts so bad today...And, to give Trevor credit, he DID cha-cha with me for about twenty seconds, until I tried to make him do an open break and he freaked out and stopped. At the end of the dance they played the last song, "Pretty Woman." We were walking out the door, but Trevor started singing along as we left. Only he changed the words:

Pregnant woman, walking next to me
Pregnant woman, carryin' my baby...


I wish I remembered the rest of the words because it was hilarous. He did a whole verse on the spot!

After the dance Dave and Brittney came to our house and we talked and laughed for a few hours and then they went home. I had noticed I was a little sore, but when I laid down for bed, I realized I was REALLY sore, and I was REALLY hurting, and I coudn't remember if Afton had moved at all ever since we danced. And Trevor said, "Well, you really were bouncing her around in there." And then I felt this stab in my heart. I realized that I had only thought of myself when i danced. I thought that I could handle it. I didn't think about if the baby could handle it. What if I had jounced her around and damaged her? This far along in the pregnancy, isn't that possible? Can you imagine the guilt, if I had hurt her? Especially after Trevor had specifically asked me not to? To give him credit, he didn't chastise me as he easily could have, but I could see he was worried. I refused to panic. But she wasn't moving, and I didn't want to take any chances.

After a phone call to the nurse on call, we ended up going to the hospital at 1:00 a.m. And she's FINE. She started moving a little on our way there, so I knew she was ok, but I wanted to make sure she wasn't under stress, and that I hadn't hurt myself either. I was in a lot of pain at this point. Well, not a lot, but in pain. But everything checked out. I was deydrated and they made me drink 32 ounces of water, and we had to sit there forever listening to her heartbeat (which I loved) and watching the little heartbeat monitor thing. Apparently I was having contractions that I just couldn't feel, and aparently this is normal. Huh. Anyway, we're ok. And it DID give us an iron-clad excuse to miss church this morning. I am still incredibly stiff, and so sore that I hardly slept at all. Trevor? He's still sleeping and it's 11:00 a.m. You'd think HE was the one that was too fat too dance...