I saw the creepiest thing ever last night.....
I got out of my car, minding my own business.... and then what did i hear? super loud, super beautiful opera music.... a woman's voice belting some opera song. and then the weird part.... she was riding her bicycle!!
may not sound bizarre.... but it really threw me for a loop.
basically, if the wicked witch of the west sang in an opera, that's what it would have looked/sounded like.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
First Week Back From Spring Break
So, as I went back to school this week, I felt really refreshed and chipper. And then the kids came....
The first day back I wore a really cute skirt and top. I spent FOREVER doing my hair (I'm trying to teach myself how to round brush my hair - a skill that takes time and muscles!), I wore cute shoes, despite the pain, and I even wore make-up! I felt like a real, grown-up woman..... And even before the second bell rang, a student said, "Wow Miss Cummard... You look like a real colonial woman today." Now - I could have taken this one of two ways. 1.) I could have thought, "Sheeshe, I put all this work into looking good, and I'm already insulted!" OR I could have thought 2.) "Wow, I'm the best teacher ever... I've enabled my students to decipher what colonial clothing looks like (which IS 5th grade curriculum)!"
Next day rolls around.... I wear a hideous jean skirt, an OVERLY humungous baseball t-shirt with American Idol peeling off the front, no make-up and hair is barely brushed. I felt like an orphan. I even dropped my macaroni on the ground at lunch. It was a rough day. The kids made zero comments.
Following day was the school wide spirit day - Hawaiin Day. I was ready to dress up in my Hawaiin best. I wore tan shorts, a great Hawaiian shirt, and spent FOREVER putting gel in my hair to make it look all beach-like and laid back. I looked fantastic. Again, before the second bell, I had an innumerable amount of comments - ranging from "Wow, your hair looks like straw today" to "Did you even brush your hair?" to "What happened to you? It looks like you had a nightmare and rolled out of bed and came right to school." I guess 5th graders can't grasp the concept of "beach hair".... whatever that may be!
So, the moral of the lesson is.... No matter how great you may think you look, children will always be honest. And no matter how disheveled and torn up you may feel, kids won't make any comments at all. Therefore, to be a teacher, you must have great self-confidence.... or else it can all be torn away before 8:10am!
The first day back I wore a really cute skirt and top. I spent FOREVER doing my hair (I'm trying to teach myself how to round brush my hair - a skill that takes time and muscles!), I wore cute shoes, despite the pain, and I even wore make-up! I felt like a real, grown-up woman..... And even before the second bell rang, a student said, "Wow Miss Cummard... You look like a real colonial woman today." Now - I could have taken this one of two ways. 1.) I could have thought, "Sheeshe, I put all this work into looking good, and I'm already insulted!" OR I could have thought 2.) "Wow, I'm the best teacher ever... I've enabled my students to decipher what colonial clothing looks like (which IS 5th grade curriculum)!"
Next day rolls around.... I wear a hideous jean skirt, an OVERLY humungous baseball t-shirt with American Idol peeling off the front, no make-up and hair is barely brushed. I felt like an orphan. I even dropped my macaroni on the ground at lunch. It was a rough day. The kids made zero comments.
Following day was the school wide spirit day - Hawaiin Day. I was ready to dress up in my Hawaiin best. I wore tan shorts, a great Hawaiian shirt, and spent FOREVER putting gel in my hair to make it look all beach-like and laid back. I looked fantastic. Again, before the second bell, I had an innumerable amount of comments - ranging from "Wow, your hair looks like straw today" to "Did you even brush your hair?" to "What happened to you? It looks like you had a nightmare and rolled out of bed and came right to school." I guess 5th graders can't grasp the concept of "beach hair".... whatever that may be!
So, the moral of the lesson is.... No matter how great you may think you look, children will always be honest. And no matter how disheveled and torn up you may feel, kids won't make any comments at all. Therefore, to be a teacher, you must have great self-confidence.... or else it can all be torn away before 8:10am!
Allergies vs. Heat
I am torn. Very torn. This thought has been obsessing in my mind for days now. I have horrible allergies, as do a lot of Arizonians. Itching, swelling of eyes, nose bleeds - the works! Medicine helps, but there's no cure. Allergies wear my body out and make me tired and cranky. However, the only way to rid myself of this horrible tragedy is to bring on the arizona hell, known as summer. Sweat where you don't usually sweat, make up pouring off, sunburns, outrageous electric bill for running your AC, etc.So what is worse?? Allergies or Arizona heat???
I Finally Broke!
I always swore I'd never have a blog. I thought it was weird that people would write about themselves and share it online. What happened to personal journals?!?! Well - I have a personal journal... but I also have a LOT of fun stories that I like to share. So enjoy this blog - I hope you find it comical and entertaining.
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