Beginning

So I guess this is how a blog starts. You sit down one day and think I have a million things on my mind, and instead of a diary I'll put it on the internet and hope Oprah comes across it and decides to put me on t.v. because I have so many wonderful points to make. Or really, I'm too lazy to write in a diary, and I think maybe...just maybe...someone else can relate to the ridiculous thoughts in my head and will want to say something in return.

How to begin?? When I was a little girl I always dreamed of my wedding. It would be with my cousin, a double wedding of course. We planned doves flying out of a heart that would go over the baptismal at my grandfathers church. We would marry the most amazing men, and have four kids. Of course all of this would happen by the age of 25. I would be blissfully happy as a stay at home mom. Then...reality hit! I'm 30 years old, single, and just got a dog. He's a wonderful dog, and I love him dearly, but I have to wonder if he's there to replace a person missing in my life. Let's just dive in shall we? I spend all day taking care of other people's kids because I shape the lives of individuals. I mold little minds, that's right...teacher. I get to see other people's kids all day and realize I still don't have any of my own.

It's funny when you first here about shows like the Bachelor. You sit down, and say aloud..."What losers!! Why do they have to go on t.v. to find a man?" But, maybe, like me, in your head you're thinking..wow, those girls are sucessful and beautiful, and that guy is amazing, and one of those lucky girls is gonna get that guy! And then they do...and women across America cry and think about how they wish that was them...and then they break up. The girl who is runner up is given her own show, and again girls gush over how lucky that girl is to have all those guys crawling all over her. I'm one of those people that makes fun of that show, and no I don't watch it, but I watch the finale, and I wonder what it would be like to feel so beautiful that guys fight over me. For goodness sake I'm 30...soon to be 31 and still single. Why? I don't feel like I need someone to complete me, but it sure would be nice.

So, yeah I'm a teacher, and I could spend days talking about how that is....and I probably will. Oh yes days and days and days of stories. I remember when I decided I wanted to be a teacher. I dreamed of all of the lives I would touch, and I believe I have. I dreamed of how someday one of my students would win an Oscar and would then say...Thank you to my teacher she shaped my life, and I would have been lost without her guidance. I dreamed of how I would be so happy in my life. Again...dreams. Don't get me wrong, I love teaching...most days. But I never imagined parents would be yelling at me when their child didn't do their homework. Parents would come in screaming when their child failed a test. Parents would come in screaming when they didn't get the supplies their child needed for a report, and it must somehow be my fault for not telling them (even though it was on the website!!). You may catch the pattern here...parents. PITA's Pains In The A...adams's apple? I just can't seem to remember what that last A is for! I dreamed of being this amazing teacher, and I feel like I am, but I never dreamed about what the parents would be like. Even now it's a week before teachers report back, and the nightmares have already begun. I have already started to worry about what the parents are going to be like for open house.

Open House...that's a whole post in itself. A night of parents judging you, and you defending yourself, and parents asking you questions....it's terrifying. I always stand firm, and seem to know everything, but it's scary knowing these people are going to be in your face all year.

Along with the new school year, and a new Principal I might add...I just moved. I moved from my dream condo into an apartment. The money saved was much needed since teacher salaries dropped this year. It's closer to school, closer to my parents, and I didn't need the huge condo I was living in anyway. I have a new dog, and I've never raised an animal on my own...unless fish count, and in my world they don't. My sweet doggie does count, and as it is he's begging to be taken for a walk.