Over the Hill

This summer has been incredibly draining.  The month of July was spent teaching from 8-1 (and being at school from 7-3) then going to masters classes from 4:30 until they decided to let us out.  I also went on 2 failed job interviews for the school year, it's okay, I just have to keep believing that something will open up at just the right time.  For now, it's back to subbing.  

My students this summer have been fabulous though, especially my 7th graders.  I don't know why 90% of them were in summer school, they were that good.

About a week before school let out, they were getting a bit burnt out.  I asked a question, and didn't get a reply.  Bueller, Bueller, nothing.  Soooo, they decided that because I've not only seen the movie Farris Bueller's Day Off, but I quote it constantly, I must be old.  Since my birthday is next week they decided to throw me an "over the hill" party.  I know!  What?

I'm only turning 24, but they did it.  Complete with a fantastic cake and 2 cases of Monster Energy Drink.  I had to apologize to their 3rd period teacher for getting them so wound up.  So, thanks for the cake B (and B's mom!)!  It was delish!

Is this for real?

When did I become a grown up? Was it when I received my college acceptance letters? The day I graduated from high school? Perhaps the day that Matt asked me to marry him? Was it the day that we walked down the aisle? How about moving in together? Could it have been when we packed up and left for Houghton? The day we moved home forever? Perhaps the day we bought our land, or the day we took out a mortgage? Weird. After all that and I still don't feel like a grown up. It's weird. I have a husband, I have a couple of degrees, I have a dog, I have bills, and yet deep down, I wonder when I turned into a grown up.

Today, as alway I was amazed when I walked into my old high school; as an employee not a student and said hello to the other teachers, greeting them by their first names. You know, I think that's when I became an adult. I was teaching summer school when one of my colleagues said "you know Vicki, the world will not end if you don't call me Mrs. Smith." And you know what, I called her Carol and the world didn't end.

Change of plans

Until we move to the cottage and reconnect with roadrunner, it might be easier to just use this as a venue to make updates on what's going on in our lives.

On the cottage front - (really the garage that we're going to live in until we build the real house), things are going well. We have the shell totally up. Matt's building stairs as I type. Then we'll lay down the upstairs floor, put up the fascia and soffit, and put in my beautiful windows. I'm pretty excited about those windows.

On the job front...I'm working as a substitute at my home district. I love it, but can't wait to have my own classroom. How exciting will that be?