SUBmarine

I really enjoy reading other people’s tumblrs, which makes me feel like I should pay in exchange by updating my own - but then I remember that would only be payment to those souls longing to read my own tumblr, and I remain complacent.

I moved Jack down to DC this week.  DC is an interesting place that I sometimes secretly wish I lived in and always outwardly profess to be annoyed with.  As a city itself, it’s small and manageable, with a weird but workable train system.  There are approximately 9,000 neighborhoods, all of which vary in terms of look, safety and population, and of course, there is our beloved federal government.  I enjoyed wandering around the publicly funded museums and looking at all of the different federal agencies (and of course the capital building) and even began to wonder what my life would be like if I was working more directly in politics instead of teaching.

And then I remembered that I get to live in NYC and hang out with crazy teenagers instead of living in DC and hang out with crazy adults.  And I felt fine with what I’ve chosen.

Just kidding to all you DC-ers out there!  Or am I?

If he’s not voting for Obama…

barackobama:

spoonsafterdinner:

that’s a Dealbreaker, ladies!

We should say so.

(via laurencoffman)

Hipsterlicious

I really like this song and I AM OKAY IF THAT MAKES ME A HIPSTER.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_wsJLBMG0M

Sometimes I wish I updated this more, but sometimes I realize that few people are (rightfully) interested in my life musings.

Tonight is my second parent teacher conferences. 

I’m looking forward to being a better teacher.

Thoughts during hall duty.

I haven’t written in this for quite sometime now.  Mostly that is because I spend the majority of my free time sleeping and ingesting saturated fat calories, but also because I’m not sure if this is a really appropriate medium to be sharing my thoughts.  I’m considering starting some sort of email update for anyone interested in what it’s like to be a flailing first year teacher, but why spend your free time reading about my experiences that have the potential to sound like preaching? 

All in all the best way I have come up to describe teaching is that there is no middle ground.  At the end of everyday, I either feel like I have had 3 of my 4 limbs eaten by 16 year olds while I am still living, or I feel like how I know I would feel if I could eat pizza, red velvet cake and ice cream for every meal everyday. (THAT FEELING WOULD BE GREAT.)

To conclude for the blogosphere, I’m really glad I’m doing this - like, elated.  I feel incredibly lucky everyday that I was able to find something I love and feel very passionately about so early in my career - but at the same time I feel like I’m currently so bad at it that it negates a lot of the joy I know I could otherwise be feeling.

That’s all for now!

UHMAREIHKUH

Today is the 4th of July and I am celebrating by wearing red, white and blue.  This is literally the only thing I am doing to celebrate because TFA is requiring that we are in sessions from 7 am - noon, after which I am sure I’ll be spending the rest of the day panicking and lesson planning because starting tomorrow it seems as if somebody messed up and trusted me with a summer school class.  For the summer, I’ll be teaching 8th grade social studies at a school in the Bronx.  I’m excited… but mostly terrified.  So far, TFA has reinforced/taught me the same things.

1) Teaching is hard.  I already knew this but I’m currently having my face rubbed in it.  It’s fine, but - and excuse me for sounding overconfident - this is the first time I’ve ever been so bad at anything I’ve wanted to be so good at.  Well, this and and my foray into the world of everything else as well I suppose.

2) Living in the dorms is lame.  While the food is better than I expected, it is still not AWESOME and the the mattresses and showers here leave something to be desired.  Yes that makes me sound like a Princess and no I do not care.

3) I take everything way too personally which will probably be my greatest strength and largest weakness during this whole process.  If my kids do poorly this summer I can already tell that I will be heartbroken, and if they do well I’ll probably collapse due to an excitement induced bout of cardiac arrest.  Either way there will be tears. 

4) For the rest of my life my destiny probably involves carrying around a 35 lb backpack on the daily.

That’s all for now.   I’ll share more mundane details about my life with you, oh many and overcrowding readers. 

ADIOS AND HAPPY 4TH.