Scaredy Class?

So today I was told that one of my classes is scared of me. Really?!? I found out this tidbit from a student in one of my other classes. She apparently has friends in this class and they say that I am strict and mean and that they are scared of me. To anyone who knows me, does this make sense? Do I really come across as terrifying? I mean I breath fire like a dragon, can roar like a lion, and shoot lasers from my eyes, but is that really all that scary?

But then I remember... the class who apparently thinks I am scary also thinks that I mark too hard, I give them too many assignments, too many tests, and the the list goes on and on. The whining never ends.

I never take stuff like this seriously, though. If I did I'd already have a complex and I've only been teaching for 3 months.

Evening rendezvous in the church parking lot?

What a romantic way to spend an evening with a special someone and on Easter Sunday no less. I'm referring to the spectacle that Andrew and I witnessed as we drove home from Easter dinner on Sunday night. We had forgotten to take videos back to the store so we first stopped at home, picked up the videos, and went to Rogers. On the way home, as we tend to do, we drove by the church to do a security check. We noticed two vehicles in the parking lot and thought that was odd. Usually, the parking lot is empty, especially on a Sunday night and this was EASTER! So, we drive into the parking lot to take a look.

Much to our surprise, there were people in one of the vehicles. (An SUV) First, we saw a female face looking back at us in shock and as we turn our car around in the parking lot, I see a bare-chested, half-nekkid dude turning off the interior light. Not really something I was expecting to see. Hmmmm... What were you doing in there people? A little sump'n sump'n, I think. My first question: Why have the interior light on? My second question: Why a church parking lot? Honestly people, WHY? But perhaps you've done it many times before and not been caught. Who knows?

Anyway, Andrew and I are left in a bit of a pickle. What do we do? If we stop and try to "talk" to these people, what if we know them from the church? If we don't, how do we politely ask them to leave and never do that again? I think we were both so surprised we didn't think to get license numbers. I mean, really, it's not that often you catch people in a potentially very awkward position (take that how you wish). Anyway, there is more to this story, but you can read about it on my husband's blog. See the full account there and if it's not there yet, it's on its way. Be patient.

And yes, this is a true story.

Really amazing medical story

I was reading the news today (online because we can't get newspaper delivery where we live) and came across this article. The human body is so amazing... I just see this as more evidence for our Creator.

Five years ahead of my time...

You Are 32 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Donut or doughnut?

You Are a Powdered Devil's Food Donut

A total sweetheart on the outside, you love to fool people with your innocent image. On the inside you're a little darker, richer, and more complex. You're a hedonist who demands more than one pleasure at a time. Decadent and daring, you test the limits of human indulgence.

What Donut Are You?

Weekends

I really like my weekends. I like the freedom to do what I want, I try to get some sleep, I like to spend time with my husband, and I try to get at least a little bit of school work finished. I don't always get to have my weekends to myself, though. It feels like this weekend went by way too fast.

Friday nights are already taken up by Friday night alive. By the time I get home it's already almost 10:00pm. At least it's been almost ten the last two weeks because people don't pick up their children on time. It's over at 9 o'clock people!!! I am not a baby-sitter. I am a volunteer who would like to go home on time.

Yesterday, Andrew and I had invitations to two different events. I ended up going to only the afternoon event because I was just too peopled-out and I needed to do some marking. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am an introvert who gets stressed out by being with lots of people for too long. It's really the noise that gets to me. Anyway, I did not attend the evening shin-dig but at the same time, people were asking Andrew where I was. I know that people appreciate when both Andrew and I attend their special celebrations, but I can't possibly go to all of them. Especially now that I have started teaching. I don't think that people understand how much work it is to be a beginning teacher - unless they have done it and even then I think that some of them forget. I like what I'm doing a lot and I really want to do a good job but it takes up lots of time.

This morning I went to church and I discovered there was a meeting after church that I didn't know about. I also wanted to stay to listen to the Bible study that Andrew was leading for the young adults on the Sacraments. But this meant that I wasn't home until 4:00pm. I was supposed to go play softball at 5:30pm but I just couldn't bring myself to go. I have school work to do and I am stalling right now.

I guess the point of the story is that I wish I could do it all, but I can't. I just hope that people understand that I have my own life and can't do everything that my husband does. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I just physically can't...

Thinking makes me feel sick...

So I had a student the other day who actually told me that. The funny thing is, I think she was serious. At that point I'm thinking "Why were you able to eat a giant plate of poutine at lunch, then?" Apparently, students think that teachers lack the ability to detect lying. OR students think that teachers will believe anything they are told. Hmmmm. I'm sorry but go sell crazy someplace else. We're all stocked up here.