I can't stop thinking about you. It's only been a couple of hours, but here I am lying in bed, thinking about you. I've tried to read TWO different books, play on facebook, and go to sleep. But no, it's only you I can think about.
I think we might have a problem. It's too soon. I can't say that yet.
I am realizing how insular I can be. It's really easy to be. I live with four other people, and as much of an extrovert that I can be, I need my space. So I get most of my other people time right here in my house. Sometimes too much. So by the time I should be calling friends, talking to other people, even my mom, I'm done.
And speaking of done, i want to go on the record that i am officially done with winter. this always happens around this time of year for me. i hate february; and in cincinnati, winter isn't really done until sometime in march. which is also dreary and wet.
i'm tired of being cold. i live in an old house and we set the thermostat to 65, so i spend the winter in sweaters, socks, another pair of socks, and a blanket. add to that the fact that i am now working from home as a graduate student, and i'm cold all the time.
i think being a vegetarian might also have something to do with it. an old friend of mine told me after going back to eating meat that she's never cold in the winter anymore. maybe it has something to do with the meat staying in your body longer, or more iron or something. then again, it might have nothing to do with being warm at all.
tomorrow is wednesday. this means that it's practicum day for gideon. this being my second quarter of graduate school for special education, i spend one day a week at a school working with a mentor teacher to get some experience and exposure under my belt. this quarter, i'm at a k-8 on the westside of cincinnati. and my mentor teacher is awesome. and my cohort (i'll get into that silly term later, i promise) buddy that i am placed with is AWESOME. and this kids are just amazing. i am working with k-3 kids right now and they are so cute! i love them. i love seeing them succeed and be happy and smile. i even love them when they are crazy and want to run through the halls all day. which happened three weeks ago. i am very lucky to have gotten into special education.
education is one of those things that i never thought i would do. my mom, my dad, and even my grandmother were all teachers. i always wanted to teach college, but i thought there would be no way you would catch me in a k-12 classroom. the best times of my life weren't spent in a school. i was very weird, shunned by most of the kids. i was a little too smart, a little too geeky, and a little too fey for the likes of cincinnati public schools. and kids can be so vicious. why would i want to go back and submit myself to more torture at the hands of school age kids again? now that i am older, and have kids of my own, i finally internalized what my parents and adults in my life were always trying to teach me: that what those other people think and say about you really doesn't matter. like at all. so these little kids can go all crazy and stuff or be mean to me, and you know what, i don't care. they don't know me; don't know who i am, so they really aren't lashing out at me, just a perception of someone they see. it has nothing to do with who i really am. now if i could just get that to apply to the rest of my life.