Sunday, May 20, 2012

Haters to the left

Aren't you all just the sweetest?  I get one nasty comment and my sweet friend Jennifer calls in the troops.  That's what I love about this great community of teacher bloggers.

Unfortunately for Anonymous, I have a really good sense of humor.  Even if I'm a b*%^* who doesn't have a f%$^$%@ life.

My game plan was to delete and move on without mentioning it on here, but then I got this comment.  For your reading pleasure {I bleeped out some naughty words}:

{The comment he removed said, "Come at us b------!!!"}

What I love the most about this is that dear Mathew is all, you're never going to have kids, will for ever be alone {Mathew must not know that for and ever go together here to make forever.  Otherwise it seems like he's getting something for ever.  I don't really know what you get for ever.  I digress.}... and you probably "might" {why did you put might in quotes, Mathew?} be living with your parents {FYI, I don't.  I live on my own.}  Back to what I love most.


This part:

"Anonymous is my friend and we are one of the best athletes and smartest people at our high school (we do have a life)."

{Mathew, I put quotes around that because I lifted it from your comment.  That's when you use quotation marks-- in case you were curious.  Who am I kidding?  You're the smartest person at your high school so I shouldn't have to tell you that.  Silly me.}

So let's get this straight:

Anonymous is one of the best athletes at his high school.

Mathew is one of the smartest people at his high school.

And they both have a life.

Which is why they were reading a teacher blog.

On a Saturday night and Sunday morning.

Because they have a life.

That makes total sense.

Thanks for the laughs, boys.  Now listen to your mothers and go clean your rooms.  Because you probably "might" still live with your parents.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The Little Young Lady Who Was Afraid of Everything

I'm a scaredy cat.  Always have been, always will be.

When I was little, Santa came to visit me at my grandparent's house and it was such a terrifying event for me that I would ask, "Ho Ho coming?", anytime I walked past their front door for a long time after that fateful Christmas day.

As a teenager, when all of my friends were getting their driver's licenses, I was bumming rides because I was absolutely petrified of being behind the wheel.  I know, right?  Way weird.  I didn't get my license until I was 18.  Maybe even 19.  I don't remember exactly when.  All I remember is that it took threats of being forced to use city transportation from my parents before I broke down and learned how to drive the route from home to school to work.  I've gotten better about driving, but I still don't drive unfamiliar roads and I definitely don't turn across traffic or drive on the busiest street in town.  I know...the crazy--it runs deep.

My friend Jennifer over at Rowdy in First Grade keeps after me to see the movie Fear because she thinks I need some more exposure to Mark Wahlberg...  Well, I'm afraid to see that movie because it's called Fear.  HELLO?!  I'm afraid.  Why would I want to watch something called Fear?!  That doesn't make any sense!

Today I was packing up my classroom and I came across this book:

I should probably start calling myself The Little Young Lady Who Was Afraid of Everything.  My Nana gave it to me when I was in kindergarten. Now, the majority of my classroom library consists of books given to me by my Nana.  She was a kindergarten teacher.  And like any good kindergarten teacher, she gives books for gifts.  And they all have inscriptions.  This is what's inside:

And as I sat there with that book, those words, and the boxes, I realized...

I am brave.

Brave enough to take a risk.

Brave enough to change.

Brave enough to do something for myself.

Brave enough to start a new chapter.

Brave enough to leave teaching.  Which is something I never thought I would do.  I've been a teacher since I was four years old, with stuffed animal students and lessons that were a repeat of whatever my preschool teacher had done that day.

But sometimes things change.  I resigned from my teaching job a couple of weeks ago to take a new position as a behavior therapist.  I'm going to spend my days working one on one with special needs children.  And I couldn't be happier about the change.  I wasn't actively searching for something else.  It just fell in my lap.  In such a way that I couldn't say no.

There is such a bittersweetness to these last few days of school.  I am so excited to start something new.  But I am so sad to leave my babies and the girls who have truly become my family over the past three years.  And I'm probably going to suffer from withdrawals during back to school shopping time.  But like I said, I am excited and it truly was laid out in such a way that saying no would have led to regrets.  And I'm way too young to have any of those.

Ms. Preppy definitely won't be dealing in primary anymore.  But I'm sure I will have plenty of kid stories to share and maybe even some resources that I use with my therapy kiddos.  And I have some other blogging/writing plans in the works right now!  But I couldn't keep you guys in the dark any longer about this big change!  I hope it kind of explains some of my absence around here.  Wrapping up the school year and trying to pack everything up is just wearing me out!  Will you guys come over for a packing party?  I need some help.  Because you see, I'm also afraid of throwing things away...

Sunday, May 6, 2012

In case you haven't heard...

There's a ginormous sale going on over at TpT!  Everything in my store is 20% off!  Use the promo code to get an additional 10% off!

I was excited to find the time to update some of the items in my TpT store to include 3D shapes!

Happy shopping!  I know my cart is FULL...and I keep finding more!

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

A Thousand Little Things

It's been a long time, friends.  A. Long. Time.

But here I am!  Aren't you glad?!


We are in state testing mode.  And last 9 days of school mode.  And my air isn't working again mode.  Basically, survival mode.  And I could probably write you a book filled with snark and complaints and insanity.


This popped up in my Facebook feed the other day and I listened to it.  And it is upbeat.  And happy.  And good.  And who couldn't use a little something upbeat, happy, and good?  It also reminded me that there are a thousand little things that make my heart smile every single day.  Even when my classroom is 83 degrees and the kids are bouncing off the walls because OMG, did someone say SUMMER?!


Now.  I would so love to list the thousand little things that make my heart smile.  But we'd all be here forever if I did that.  So how about I just pick ten?

The first sip of a Sonic cherry coke at happy hour after a long day.  I close my eyes for it and let out a little Aaah afterward.

Watching my students blush after they realize they just slipped up and called me mommy.

Putting on my eyeliner just right.  {That is one thing I just cannot do consistently.}

Hearing my teammates fill the hall with laughter...and the anticipation that builds as I make my way to the door to figure out what has happened now.

Finding actual mail in my mailbox instead of junk or bills.

Realizing the outfit I chose to wear doesn't need to be ironed.

A Saturday with no plans.

Light bulb moments--for myself, my students, or just anyone.

Finding little pockets of time to clean out my DVR and catch up on my favorite shows.

A good hair day.

What about you?  What are some of the little, everyday things that make you happy?  Maybe if we all share, we can get to a thousand!