ARGH!!

I am about to tear my hair out! I can't figure teenagers out. I am starting to ask myself: Why? Why are you teaching teenagers??? They have their moments, and I guess it's those moments I need to remember, especially on afternoons like today.

Let me give you a rundown, scrap that, I could put it in less than a sentance, two words even. NOT LISTENING!!!!!!!!!! Yip, that about sums it up. That and the word: NOISE. I tried everything today, from book work, to interactive data projector, to group work. Nope, there are always that few in the room who manage to make it a control lesson rather than a learn lesson.

Oops, I'm ranting again. Let me tell you the nice moment. I had been on a first aid course for two days, came back and told them I'd missed them. Honestly, I had. I would much rather be interacting with them in the classroom than sitting in a boring course, no matter how much I moan. Anyways - one of the girls said, yeah, I've missed you too, you're kinda like an older sister who is always there. And I went - Awww, and nearly cried. See, that's the good things that I need to remember. Not the few who make me realise that I'm actually working, not just enjoying imparting my love of the subject to them.

Hey, guess what?

Have you guessed yet??

Yip, that's right - it's the weekend, and I'm outa here!!!

Thursday again ...

Its Thursday. Thursday is my absolute favorite day of the week, apart from Friday and Saturday. Thursday is the day I have a non-contact, so I can type away on my blog, or the message boards, or MSN without having to push down that guilty feeling. Thursday is the day I put clean sheets on the bed when I get home from work. Thursday is the day I can leave all the dishes on the bench and know that I've got all of Friday to clean up. Thursday is shopping day, library day, go to town after school day.

Changing the subject a little - let me introduce you to something I like to call Murphy's Law. As you may know from previous posts, I've had a couple of miscarriages, and would like to avoid all situations where I might possibly upset myself. I'm prone to melting down in the most mysterious and unhelpful, inopportune places. As of this week, I would have been about 28 weeks pregnant. So understandable (to my head anyway) I don't really like seeing preggie bumps that much. Especially ones on people that I kinda know. Which is stupid and makes me a horrible jealous person, but too bad. Really, the voice in my head cuts in, too bad, well that's a good attitude. Note to self: Sack voice in head.

Anyway, back to the story. I had a beautican's appointment for Thursday, because I like having them on Thursdays as they're my favorite days, and it's a nice way to round off the working week. However, my car was nearly out of petrol, and I have these vouchers from Shell for a few cents off, so I figured, I should go into town, fill up, and change the appointment so I don't have to go into down tomorrow. (I will get to the point, promise). So, rung my normal beautican, and of course, couldn't change it to Wednesday, so rung another place and they had a free slot. Now, this new place, employed my old beautican from about a year and a half ago, so she sorta knew me (and all my ditry little secrets from a year ago - i think beauticans and hairdressers would be able to bribe so many people).

Anyways - she was pregnant. Noticably pregnant. And then thought that I'd actually had an abortion for my first baby - ok, that was an honest mistake - and didn't have a clue about how these nice innocent comments rile up us people who are hurting on the inside, but pretending to be perfectly wonderful on the outside. So, that'll be the first and last time I go there. That and because my mother sees her as well, so I really don't want anything I say going to my mum. Although maybe hairdressers and beauticans sign a code of conduct - anything a client says can never be repeated to another person. That would be a good idea - maybe I should patent it.

Anyways (I happen to like that word) the moral of the story is: learn patience. If you just stick with the original plan, rather than rushing, things will work out better.

Speaking of original plans, I'm not on my non-contact yet, so I have to dash, the guilt feelings are starting to swamp me ...