Another Week

It is Sunday again. The passage of time lately has been a hard thing to keep track of. It has been another week of ups and downs.

school-bus-1563493_1920Theoretically, I’ve got the school bus situation sorted. It’s been two weeks of, “We don’t have the proper forms, they’ve not been turned in yet.” To which I reply, “The proper forms were faxed to you over a week ago, I was standing there when they did it.”

I think the bus driver herself may have even stepped in to get matters moving. She is a sweet lady and my son loves riding her bus. I am thankful that he will have the same driver this year.

I am now a full-fledged substitute teacher with two subbing assignments under my belt. I still get the jitters when I think about being responsible for other people’s kids. It’s sort of like stage fright for teaching. I’ve enjoyed the assignments though. I can’t go into much detail because of confidentiality reasons but I still find myself thinking and missing some of the kids I met during my assignments. I was only with them for one day but kids can sometimes restore your faith in humanity.

The little ones don’t see skin color unless they’ve been taught to look for it. They don’t judge based on gender. They do get mad if someone else takes their crayon, but they don’t hold grudges for long. adult-education-2706977_1920

I’ve learned a lot from those two substitute assignments. I also enjoyed them both immensely, though I felt lost at times. I look forward to more. I also quit the coffee shop.

With my dad’s surgery coming up along with everything else, I needed to reduce my stressors and the coffee shop was a huge one. Also, I don’t look good in orange and didn’t want to explain to a cellmate that I was in the slammer on multiple murder charges with a spoon.jail-cells-429638_1280.jpg

Published by: thecoffeefox

Once upon a time there was a woman who was a writer. She was either cursed or blessed from birth to be so and there was much debate on which it was. One day a very discouraging (and not very original) person told her not to give up her day job. The woman smiled and said that was a wonderful idea. Following the unwittingly clever advice of her critic, the woman found a job working nights, which left her days free to write. Even better, the night job had an unusual schedule which packed two weeks worth of work into one, so the writer was able to have every other week off to sit on her front porch, daydream, and of course write. However, working at night and writing during the day left little time for sleep, so the poor writer occasionally went a little mad, but she decided it was an acceptable price to pay to be able to continue following her curse-blessing. Also she likes tea. :)

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