Baby baby baby

He's on his way, I think. BT's off to the hospital. I'd like one too, though I maybe could do without the laboring.

I sort of just realized I'm moving soon. In a month and a couple of weeks. Wow. I won't be around to really see the baby grow. That makes me really sad. And already lonely.

Funk

I'm in one. I got really annoyed today at CC. I find it awfully frustrating his lack of planning. I wish I had spent the evening by myself. Or with my friends. Or crafting. Or reading. Or cooking. Or cleaning. Or organizing. Or playing a game. Or dancing. Or writing. Or . . . . but I watched a very poorly made and pointless movie with a small group of people with whom I feel I really don't have anything in common. And there was very yucky beer there. And poor parenting techniques. And non-delicious pizza. Oh, the horror! Poor me.

Gang mentality of 12 year olds

The 7th graders are actually worse than the 8th graders, if that's even possible. They are mostly nice-ish when separated from their own kind, but are AWFUL when they're herded. I keep coming back to the disbelief that kids these days can be so disrespectful and rude to teachers. The other 7th grade teacher and I kvetch about these little jerks all the time. It's nice to know it's not just me they're picking on.

One girl screamed at me yesterday when I sent her out of the room for being disrespectful. It was so outrageous that other teachers down the hall and the principal heard her.

Another little hoodlum was a little ass today when he was going around bad mouthing the low grade I gave him for a project he did a crappy job on. When I tried to point out the detailed grading rubric, he kept interrupting me and talking back. Sent out.

I'm kind of happy there's swine flu going 'round the school right now. It's keep some of them home!

Nine-year Quilt

Front/Back

Finally finished it! Yay! Now it's off into a box to be forgotten, then rediscovered in a few months' time. It's funny how projects for myself take a lot longer to complete than the ones for others . . .

"I will go East," she said, then giggled nervously and looked wistfully at the sunset over the bay.

I'm excited. But also scared. Sad. Dreamy. Reminiscent. Worried. Giddy. Stressed.

I've never lived east of the Rockies. I LOVE the idea of snow in winter. HATE the idea of humidity. Not so sure about the so called "mountains" they claim are in New Hampshire and Western MA. How can it be a real mountain if it's only 6000 feet high? And what about Mexican food??!!
But there are sooooo many things to explore. And places to see. People to meet and learn from. Photos to take. This is an adventure. I miss everyone already.

The 13 year olds were nice compared to 12 year olds!

They just keep getting worse. Well, maybe they are just hormonal. It is spring afterall. And they'll be 8th graders soon enough (though not soon enough for my tastes-- the school year is soooooo long). This group of little angels is more of a gang. They have secret signs and codes. They rally each other to stick up for the injustices of cruel and unreasonable adults (teachers). Yeesh. I don't think middle school is my place. Though I do like that I can concentrate on just one subject. I'll someday figure out my calling, but I haven't yet done so.

13 is too young to have a nemesis

Or should I say that 13 is too young to actively pursue a one-sided nemesis relationship. But that's exactly what 3 of my 8th graders are up to these days. Oh, I'm apparently the enemy. Or at least they've decided that my class is the one in which they want to have a truancy war.
Oh well, only 6 more weeks with these little angels. Then it's back to the 7th grade angels.