Sunday, November 25, 2012

thankful for a thanksgiving getaway.

basically i had the best week. 
it was one of those weeks that goes by in the blink of an eye.
one second your having the time of your life and the next your back to reality.
we went up to citrus heights for thanksgiving. took the train. 
if i told you how long the train ride was you would judge and say it wasn't worth it.
14 hours.
both ways. 
but let me tell you, it was infinity times better it sounds.
it was even better than 500 days of summer portrayed it to be.
anyways we spent the week with family.
not my family, but family that made me feel like family.
we ate 15 pies and watched the first season of pretty little liars.
we stayed up until 5 in the morning trying to figure out who a is.
but it was to no avail. apparently you don't find out until season three.
please no hints. i suspect mona.
we went black friday shopping and went to the cutest town around.
 we watched as they lit the christmas lights and ate amaretto fudge.
which coincidentally gave us liquor breath.
inside joke. 
the best part of the trip was grandma odie,
"gumbo gumbo in the pot."
also an inside joke.
oh how i will miss that woman. 

Saturday, November 17, 2012

three days.

three days until i get to take the train to california with this boy for thanksgiving.
decided not to drive this round. 
can't wait for a chance to eat on the trolley cart and watch movies all night.

Friday, November 16, 2012

being a teacher.

welcome to our fifth grade program.
the united states wax museum.
i was in charge of the boom box. tough stuff.
being a teacher is pretty great.
it is also probably the hardest thing i have ever done in my life.
period. and i have done some dang hard stuff.
you have to wake up at 6 in the a.m.
i haven't consistently done that since high school.
you have to go to school, even though you were barfing the whole day before.
and you have to be the cheeriest person every day. 
teaching has literally taken over my life. there is no other life.
i go to bed and wake up with 23 kids in my brain.
social life is down the drain. 
every once in a while i get to see a boy that i happen to really like.
thats why i live for saturdays.
but i also live for days when kids write notes saying,
"miss haws thank you for telling the boys to stop teasing me. you are the best teacher in the whole world."
and moments when their tears flow from their cheeks, 
but i can be the one to make their smiles come back.
yup. it's totally worth it.