50

"I'm fifffffty, I'm fifffffty"...I'm wishing I were Molly Shannon performing that skit on SNL. Ever since like 5th grade I have wanted to be on that show. Uno problemo, I have horrible stage fright. Isn't that the dumbest thing you've ever heard? A teacher with stage fright, what an oxymoron. I guess kids don't intimidate me, well they use to not.
50 days of school left. Praise Him! To be honest though, I'm having a hard time picturing how I'm going to make it. I'm like an airplane who's wing was shot off and the gas tank is leaking...the pilot was also knocked unconscious so the flight attendant is trying to man the cockpit.
50 shades of Kindergarten. Seriously, I have a kid who just goes up to other kids and spanks them. Excuse me?!? NO! You are not Christian Grey, put your hands down! After a lengthy phone call with mom I'm hoping that stops.
I actually had a good day with my nuggets, kinda. I'll take it! I do love them, and each time they hug me or pause to say "I love you" my heart melts a little. But the pressures that come with this job are just too much. My mind might change, but as of now I just don't see myself doing this for the rest of my life. I feel like I've lost 10 years already. Maybe I'll concur my stage fright and be entertaining you via T.V. We can hope!

Today's pockets:
Tickets
Magic Glasses: give you speaking power
Cube, crayon, broken clip, random part of a necklace: all randomly given to me throughout the day