I am type-A. Hyper type-A. Trying to be type-B is difficult. I cling to lists, schedules, budgets and plans. Life somehow has a funny way of making all of the above go awry though. For those situations, God invented frozen yogurt and a cozy bed. And in the mean time I would like to report that I successfully made it through an off-schedule day. One of the many unscheduled events was a going away party for one of my students. This student will truly be missed. Why?
This student wrote me a letter every day talking about how he liked me, how he liked being in my class, etc. Adorable letters, really, and sometimes even cartoons. Then, one day he got in an argument with one of his classmates and I handled their argument with a "Welp, you're a big boy, work it out!" He didn't like my answer. So, his letter the next day? Dear Ms. A, today I am not writing you a letter because I am mad. Love, Me. Classic. (Fear not, after this not-letter letter? He continued with nice letters, although the not-letter letter DID make me chuckle).
This student had the most enthusiastic attitude of any 7 year old I have EVER met. He would come in to sharpen pencils at the beginning of the day and rattle off all of the day's occurrences. He would talk for 20 minutes and I am not even sure he ever stopped to talk a breath.
Today, during his going away party, he asked to share 2 magic tricks with the class. Neither worked, but both were attempted multiple times with a final concession that magic works better at home.
So? Buh-bye, my little ray of sunshine! You will be missed!
I am still in the hunt for the next baking project, but I feel it might be a cooking project. I, the vegetarian, will be hosting a carnivore for a few weeks and I feel that my adventures into the world of cooking meat will be documentable to say the least. I have begun my mad clipping of recipe after recipe and even have this new cool addiction otherwise known as Pinterest to aide in this adventure. We will see how it goes... You never know, I may end up sleep walking and try to free the chicken tenders from the fridge in my sleep. Ok, probably not because that has nothing to do with why I am a vegetablearian, but it is going to be bloggable. So I guess I should get one of those bumper stickers and just tweak it a little bit to make it say: for every chicken I don't eat, I'll cook 3? Yup, sounds about right.
In honor of all you carnivores out there. I will finish with a joke (y'all know I love my cheese).
Q: What do you call a cow with no legs?
A: Ground beef!
Ha... ha... ha...