Closing Out November

I just wanted to update you all and paint you a little clearer picture of the last month for me. I know I have one my day in November but I have time right now to Blog so I'm going to give you my weekend update now, instead of later. Sorry I don't think my weekend update with be as funny as Seth and Amy's.
First I will start off with the Bad and the Sad news. Ok so as most of you know I've been going through a time of transformation. That's right, no shave NOVEMBER. I feel like I let you guys down but my neck beard was to much. It was extremely uncomfortable, second the mustache was also getting to long. It was starting to collect stray food, I really noticed it drinking my Banana Milkshake and eating my egg sandwiches every night. Seriously Dad, I don't know if I'm supposed to thank you for these genes or if I'm supposed to thank Taylor for showing me the joy of an electric shaver. Either way I wanted to show you some pictures before I shaved the monster off. Some are untouched and one is of my Hitler stash.

That is enough of the Sad and the Bad. How about the Weird, Intreging, and Interesting. I taught 5 classes completely solo in the last 4 months. All of which are in the last 2 days not bad. I only had to give out 8 after school detention slips. It's weird how I had to change when it was actually my class I was teaching. Usually I just aid or help people track along with what we are doing in class. What intrigued me most about this is I think I was very relaxed with the people before it was my class, I really was their friend. But I had to change roles. By my third class I was running on fumes. I had given exams, done projects, collected assignments, and tried to teach as much as I could. What was interest to me was while I was teaching I was constantly asking myself, "Why am I doing this." I have no interest and even more so now being a teacher. I was constantly reminding myself to suck it up and doing what the Lord has put in front of me. This is something that needed to be done. Someone had to pick it up and shoulder the task. But those were that was the tasks that I had prepared myself for. The class the Barb and I prepped for 2 days in advance of me actually teaching the class. Little did I know I would be thrown to the lions again.

Here is my story of rolling with the punches. Yesterday was the second day that the Director couldn't come in. Yesterday was also the day that Barb was not going to be gone. Meaning me and the "Perfecto or Segundo is his name"(Security, Payroll, Billing Office, Substitute teacher,..........) and I where running the school. Or at least trying. He asked me to come back after teaching my first 3 classes because he had to substitute for Director and someone need to manage the office and discipline. Great yeah that is Me. Also his wife who is also a teacher showed up with their little kid that I had to babysit while everyone went and taught classes. His name is Samuel and he's really cute but kinda a handful especially when he knew exactly where mom and dad are. I could get him to stop crying for about 2 minutes and then he'd cry some more. Then I'd get him to stop crying and then he'd cry some more. Then the flood gated opened when Samuel heard the class bell. Luckily the kid was standing next to me not in my arms but the kid choked on his own tears and threw up all over the basketball court. Mind you this is all happening in between passing period and I have to go teach a class. I took him to Segundo and he put Samuel under the hose and then mom took him. Then Segundo and I ran up to are respective classes. I had Second year and I was supposed to be teaching and ethics class that I didn't prep for or anything. Meaning I was the babysitting service for 45 minutes, I didn't have an assignment sheet, or a video or anything. We sang the Hockey Pockey, but the kids wanted to do the Macarena. They tried to get me to do it. Not a chance. Thing where getting out of control. Honestly it wasn't a matter of me giving them to much freedom it was a matter of them taking to much freedom. I had to confiscate a cell phone, a clown nose and give out detentions. Either way it's over and I won't have to teach another class. Hurray.

Mr. Scott (The mean Teacher)