Sunday, July 21, 2013

Stay {I Missed You}

Oh, hi.

Is this thing on?  Is there anybody out there?

Crickets, I’m sure.  Oh well.  I’d talk to a brick wall, so here goes nothing.

My last blog post was in November.  That was very many moons ago.  I’m afraid I kind of suck at this blogging thing.  And for that, I express my deepest, most sincere apologies.

But here I am.   Not so secretly wishing that I was going back to school shopping and picking out a theme for my classroom and wondering about the 25 {psht, who am I kidding…32!} new friends that would be there to greet me on the first day of school.  Last year I was just SO! PUMPED! about my new job that I hardly noticed all of the back to school funness that I was missing.  But this year I’m noticing.  And it makes me a little sad.  I kind of want to put up a bulletin board in my living room.  But I don’t think my new landlords would go for that.  Oh yeah.  I moved.  To a deluxe apartment in the sky.  No, really.  I totally got lucky and scored a superfab downtown apartment overlooking the river.  If I liked to entertain, I could have some really awesome parties on my deck.  But I’m just too tired after the work week to have a party.  So that’s not currently happening.  Someday…

In other news, I have finished the requirements to sit for my BCaBA exam.  Woot, woot.  Anyone out there in blogland taken this?  Or maybe you’re preparing to take it?  We should form a support group.  I’m not a fan of tests.  Especially major exams that are somewhat life or death.  Well, I probably won’t really die if I fail it.  I’ll just be really disappointed.  And have to shell out more money to take it again.

Speaking of behavior analysis, I really can’t wait until the FBI contacts me to go work for the BAU.  Because that’s totally what I do: criminal profiling.  Not.  But that’s what most people think I do when I tell them I’m a behavior analyst.  Thank you, Criminal Minds.

What I really do is spend my days with a bunch of little people who have autism. It’s pretty fun.  They’re all unbelievably cute and lovable.  Until they try to bite you.  And then it’s more like Shark Week and you’re running for your life.  So far I've made it out with all of my limbs.  Whew.

I have a couple of new friends who have extensive vocabularies.  And by extensive vocabulary, I mean they can drop the F-bomb like a rapper.  It’s quite shocking to hear a five year old say, “What the f--- are you looking at?!”  But after a few weeks of “F---! F---! F---!” being screamed fifty million times in the span of 2 hours, I don’t even notice it anymore.  It’s just like hearing someone say, “Have a nice day!”

 My days are never dull, that’s for sure.  But sometimes {like during the SUMMER}, I wish they were dull…that way I could be at the pool with my teacher friends.   I was born a teacher.  Which means I was born to take a little break during the summer months and an even littler break in the fall and at Christmas and in the spring.  The only breaks I’m getting now are called the weekend.  And they’re not long enough.  BUT….

If I wasn't working all year round, I would have a list T-H-I-S long of stories to tell you people.  Stories about weaves on coffee tables and people swimming down the sidewalk and spider infestations and parents who think I’m also a bank and so many more.

So stay tuned.  Ms. Preppy is back and she has stories to tell!

{She also feels like she needs a new name.  She’s not having adventures in primary and polka dots anymore…  More like adventures in underage cussing.  But that doesn't have quite the same ring to it.}     


Anonymous said...

Welcome back, Caitlin! :)

Carried Away in... K!

Linda said...

Welcome back! I know the feeling!

Down the Learning Road

Mrs. Shepherd said...

Glad you're back! Looking forward to your future posts. You sure seem to have your hands full!

Shepherd's Shining Stars

Sandy said...

So glad you're back! :) Loved that comment about Shark Week! Can't wait to hear about all of your adventures!

Emily said...

Hahaha! Adventures in Underage Cussing kind of rolls off the tongue. =)

Emily @ Second Grade Silliness 

Karyn said...

So nice to see you're back! I totally get the (not) blogging thing...I just can't seem to find the time to post. Your job is so challenging (I'm a special education teacher and work with BCBA's). I think I'd have a hard time not laughing at the F bomb though. Looking forward to reading more of your adventures!

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Desiree said...

I am glad that you are back. And of course share your stories... we should start a forum just for those stories we could all tell, to get ourselves to breathe a bit easier for the next day. Take it easy.
Kinders on the Block

Mrs. Nunley said...

Welcome back! I'm looking forward to reading interesting stories from your little cussers!

First Grade Magic

Unknown said...

LOL! Welcome back! Loved hearing about the extensive vocabulary your student's are using. Priceless!

Happy Blogging!

Andrea Brown - Cheers To School said...

Welcome back! Loved your comment about shark week! I have some battle scars to prove it from this past year. I, too, wish I could still work with kids with autism! I love them so dearly. Can't wait to read your future posts!

Cheers To School

Mrs. Cockrell said...

It takes a special person to do what you do! I grew up in Texas and moved to NYC when I was 21. People there use the F word constantly. So much that it's not even much of a curse word. I felt the same way about it. After a while, I didn't even notice it anymore. :) Too funny.

Teach On.

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