Who was I kidding??

To catch up from my last post....I'm so not a runner. I have developed a new found respect for my school's pastor. I love my co-teacher...and I'm super excited to return to Advent teaching 2nd grade. I'm also excited becuase this will be the first time in 3 years that I will be returning to the same school, same grade..same classroom...same BAT TIME people!!! I'm psyched. I'm now on summer vacation...loving the chance to travel and just wander over to the beach when I haven't filled my day with meeting "the girls" for lunch. Life is good.

Am I a Runner??

OK, for anyone who knows me at all, this is a ridiculous question in the literal sense. I hate to run...I have often been quoted as saying "I run for no one". Even in games, I do more of a jogging scamper then an actual run, but I'm thinking a little more philosophically now.
Things are less than stellar at my school right now. Teachers are leaving in a mass exodus, and last night at our school board meeting, the senior pastor reminded people over and over that the school was a multimillion dollar business and needed to be treated and run as such.
WHAT!!! I get paid bumkis, and put in ridiculously long hours because I view my job as a ministry. Teaching at a christian school is a calling and a mission....if I wanted to work for a "business" I would go the public school route. My heart is breaking that the people with the power don't have the same vision, or beliefs. So, I stop and ask is this the place for me...and then I wonder...am I a runner? Do I ditch when things get rough?
I think I might be a runner after all......harsh......

Getting out More

Every so often I get that antsy feeling that I HAVE to get out. I need to do something, see more, experience something beyond the little universe I have created for myself.
Unfortunately for me, last night, my stomach lining got that feeling too. For several hours it let me know that it too felt antsy. That it too needed to get out and experience more. Every attempt I made to provide it with some company, some water, a little Sprite or possibly saltines was met with a violent response. It didn't need my pity company, what it needed was the wide open spaces of the toilet bowl. And boy did it ever get it.
So now its tomorrow, my stomach is mostly behaving...only the slightest twinge of pain and nausea. I hope it enjoyed its night of getting out...because I guarantee that this will not be happening again anytime soon!!!

For Lisa...

I know its been a month since I blogged...sorry. But nothing of any significance has happened. School is good...I am getting to the point of the year when I really love my kids, probably because I know we only have a month left.
My weekends are busy, friends, babysitting, church. I spend Sunday afternoons at the beach, usually surrounded by a group of guys that desperately want me. Ok- so they don't want me...but I am always outnumbered.

As soon as I have a truly blog worthy topic..I'll be back.