Do you ever feel so unorganized...not like your papers on your desk are out of order but your life? No really, I know you are laughing because you think I am never unorganized. But since becoming a student teacher I just feel like I am always doing ten things at once and my life has become unorgainzed. I know I told Erin and Chelsi I was going to try to be a little more unorganized just to try to live life on the edge...and its working but I'm about to go crazy.
I teach in a room with a teacher who is not very orgainzed and it has taught me so much. I have learned things like, just because your room is not color coded and each odd and end isn't in its perfect place doesn't mean life won't go on. Life does go on. And its ok to not have everything alligned on a shelf. I have also learned that when I am not organized it is hard to be productive. For example, I was looking at a book the other morning while the kids were coming in to eat their breakfast and I had to set it down to do five other things at one time and when it came time to read the book it took me ten minutes to figure out what I had done with the book. Needless to say, I feel scatterbrained these days. I have become a pretty good multitasker though. Yesterday I was doing lunch count, helping Bryson find his toothbrush, get Tamara an extra copy of her homework, give Alexis a coloring sheet, find a pencil for a teacher who stopped in from the hall, give Steven a kleenex when he sneezed on me, send Issach to the bathroom because he lost his tooth...look for the tooth he lost, put the tooth in a baggie, and finish lunch count, all while making sure 19 kids were staying in the classroom and being quiet enough so that the principal wouldn't come out of her office and wonder if there was a circus going on. Like I said.
I sent off all my applications for OT school today. That was the last step. I'm afraid I might have forgot to dot an i somewhere in the process and they won't let me in...just another step in my life that I hope is in the right direction.
I was so excited to read Schro's blog! I feel the same way these days. I look forward to waking up on Sundays. I enjoy going to my church here so much. I enjoy spending time in the word, and everyday I get to see how small I am in this BIG world and how BIG he is. I don't know how I lived the past few years without seeing Him in the small things in life. What I have found is that God encounters happen most when we're in the right place. So I don't know why it would be hard for me to stay there. The more I stay in the wonder of Jesus the more naturally God flows out of me.
I think I am learning how to be more patient while teaching too. Last week, I had to be the teacher by myself again while my teacher was a sub. At some point in the morning the little black girl somehow stabbed Antonio in the head with her pencil, so Antonio has a hole in his head and its bleeding. Within a few minutes half the school knows...all because he walked down to the nurse's office. The next day the principal comes in during the science kit time. So in the science kit there are ping pong balls, steel balls, spoons, golf tees, and other assorted items that 6 year old boys should never be allowed to play with. When she came in I had boys teeing up ping pong balls and hitting them across the room with their spoons. It was MASS chaos. And for some reason it didn't seem to phase me. I have become used to flying objects, puncture wounds, snot, blood, throw up, soggy cerel, cafeteria food, tying shoes, buttoning pants, yelling, screaming, but somewhere in all of these things when those kids give me a hug, smile, laugh, draw me a picture, bring me candy, I am reminded to never let the stuff of this life narrow my vision of real life. And the good stuff is what real life is all about.
