Sub-Sister: Adventures in Substitute Teaching

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Happy Birthday to ME!

In the very recent past, I celebrated my 30th year upon this earth. I'm a little weirded out by this. Now, I've never been the kind of girl who is anything but utterly thrilled by Birthday time. What's not to love? There's cake, you get serenaded, you can be more demanding than normal, and people bring you stuff! Tell me people, what is not to like?

But this year is different. Let me 'splain what the problem is. You see, it took me a good 29 years to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. Now that I know, I want to get on with it. So not only did it take me for freakin' ever to figure out that I wanted to be a teacher, now I have to contend with the threat of imminent old-age hanging over my head, cramping my procrastination-style. I want to teach NOW. I must teach while I can still be considered cool by students. I don't want to start out being the crotchety old bespectacled matriarchal grandma teacher!

It seems, however, that my dream of teacher-awesomeness is not to be this year. School starts next week and I haven't heard from any of the school systems I applied for. *sigh* Oh well, I guess I shall just have to continue being the Coolest Substitute Teacher in the area. Seriously. I heard through the local grapevine that one of my kids went home and told her mom about my substitute-fantabulousness after I had been thrust upon her class one day last school year.

It's just so tiring being me.

But maybe that's just the age talking... :)

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

England and Italy Photos: Part Deux


Venetian sunset. *sigh*

Aren't these Smart cars just the cutest things you've ever seen?!? We were going to try and sneak one onto the plane, figuring that one would fit nicely in one of our backpacks. Unfortunately, the car was left behind in favor of a few more tacky souvenirs. Who needs another car when they could tote a bunch of little Leaning Tower figurines home?

And speaking of...

Can you spot the tourists? I was lazy-girl, and sat in the nice shady grass while my travel buddies hiked up the tipsy tower.