The things I'm not proud of...

Today. For dinner. I had Dairy Queen.

I ate FRIED STEAK, FRENCH FRIES, GRAVY, TEXAS TOAST, and a BLIZZARD.

For my dinner.

I am the second most disgusting person I know.


Today. On my way home from work. I got physically excited about coming home to "The Real World" on my tivo. I watch The Real World! I watch the Real World because I'm ADDICTED! BECAUSE I LOVE IT. BECAUSE I AM TEAM PARISA!! AND I DESPISE TRISHA!

I am fully aware of my patheticness.



Go to the this link and go to about 5 min. Trisha will tell you how great she is.
http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?id=1574227&vid=188909

FINALLY I'M BACK!!!!!

I FINALLY got my password back! Someone hacked my myspace, blogger, and gmail passwords and I FINALLY got access to my gmail and blogger! Very exciting.

Here is the world's cutest dog to get you by until i can sit down and really write...

I found this

We had state testing ALL day yesterday. I had students that weren't necessarily mine. ALL DAY. The girl in the front row may never ask me a question again for I cannot handle telling her "this is a test, I cannot tell you if you're wrong or right."

I let some of the kids play with my phone for a minute or two after the test. I found these tonight...






I'm probably fired. You think i could get canned for letting them run a muck after the test?

But seriously, I'm so glad she's not in my class.

Possibly the funniest person ever

I worked with this guy named Eric and we used to make fun of people who were really country. We'd spend whole shifts talking like trailer trash. Here is a letter I just received from him on myspace. I laugh harder every time I read it:


Ya'll stop making Bobbi Dale mad!!!!! Stopit Now!!

Dear Lurlene Marie and Cecil, Yall best not let meemaw know that Bobby Dale farted in line at Luby's after the cornbread festival last Sundee. Yall been spreadin it around like honey butter all over yalls myspaces yall. I know yall told Peepaw it was the steamed collard greens the little oriental lady put in the winda' , but he aint stupid. He's just blind as a rooster. He can smell yall. Love yall, Billy Don

Ready for Monday!

I've crammed 3 weeks worth of "new teacher" prep into 4 days. I'm kicking myself for not taking before pictures of my new room. DUST. DISORGANIZATION.

Let's get started....

Welcome to my room:



Here is the student workstation. Everything is accounted for, so don't be stealin' no pencils, fool, I know where you work!:

Oh no, internet!! What do I do with no money to decorate???

I'll just staple crap (homemade construction paper crap) to the walls!!! Those are the rules that my classes made with their old teacher. Each one is a period...and each period has a COLOR! MORE EXCITING COLOR ORGANIZATION! I swear, 1st period is red and I have a red folder that I put their work in.:

My turn in baskets are UN-labeled...the humanity!

Here's what the kids see:


Here's what I see. Heaven in the form of COLOR COORDINATED TABLES! It took me FOREVER to get the tables right. From the front of the room, I can see ALL of their precious faces:



Let's look closer...

Here is Table A (the orange paper on the floor is where the front desks line up..because I'm all anal like that. Oh yeah, and each desk has a number, too. SO HAPPY!):

This is the lab station for group A:

And these are the goggles for table A, in the drawer for table A, with the orange label for table A!! The goggles were in a huge pile next to boxes of books under tons of dust.:

What's the plan for this week? Well, a make shift schedule box with a half written in schedule, I'll say!



Here's my computer. It's good to see that Dell and I are talking again. We had a major falling out after he decided to go all crazy on me and put any letters he wanted to when I typed. Conveniently right in the middle of a term paper. Now, if i were Dell, I'd be just fine after someone spilled a glass of water into my keys:


My desk... You people of the familial variety best reconize yo self? You know I gots ta see you on the regular!






Ok. Must. Sleep.