I want an easy plateau, someplace to rest my head

I am now at Stage 4 Decatur Re-Assimilation. Decatur Eagle window decal. It is done.

I am basing this off of stages that I make up as I go. So far:
Stage 1: Eat at Casa Torres once a week. Easily accomplished soon after arrival.
Stage 2: When a friend asks you to visit their house and they tell you it is in Heritage Creek - expect it to be "Ritzy Rural." Usually "new money" types from Keller. And it was.
Stage 3: Attend all home football games. In process, but consider this one a given. And I went to an away game to make up for any I may miss in the future.


I finally got my 1st paycheck!! My checking account jumped up from literally $9.95 which it had sat at since the beginning of the summer. Hooray! I celebrated by splurging on a TCU jersey. Those things are pricey. But now I'll have something cool to wear during Red Ribbon Week. Haha!

In other school related things, the principal helped my class start a recycling program for the 4th grade. We are spreading our hippie love throughout the school. Although they now refer to themselves as tree-huggers instead. Oh my, they are crazy, but entertaining. And I am now the UIL Spelling Coach, so that will be fun I hope.
It's still going okay, but I am really tired. Really, really tired.

Bei Mir Bist Du Schon Means That You're Grand...

If you could overdose on Robert Sean Leonard or Airborne, I would have done it already this week. I don't like kids when they give me sniffles. Not at all. I also don't like grading papers. But, I've started using that time to have Swing Kids on in the background so I have his pretty face to look up at every once in a while. I know he's not everyone's dream man, but I'm weird I guess.

Just a few quick things of note:
1. I think my average age of friends just jumped up a decade and a half. At least.

2. I probably go to the library too much. Maybe because "the" librarian looks a little like the above mentioned fella. Or maybe I actually do have a lot of things to laminate. Probably both, but you never can tell.

3. Today we had our first assembly. I had an identity crisis when I realized I was one of the teachers sitting on the side instead of a kid on the floor. In 1992 I sat on that very floor to sing along with Joe Scruggs.

4. While I was busy getting some stuff together one boy asked me, "Do you ever get mad at us?" I was preoccupied and accidentally said Yes. Oops, maybe I'm not cut out for this! Oh dear!

5. I'm famous. I was sitting in the library waiting on my lamination, reading Merle Haggard's autobiography {seriously, I couldn't make that up if I wanted to} and I overheard a girl telling her mom who I was. I looked up and had no idea who she was. It might not sound that weird in writing, but when lots of town-children know who you are and you don't know them, it's kinda freaky.

This, friends, is Kevin Kolb. A new quarterback for the Philadelphia Eagles. And my 3rd grade crush.

Two questions arise from this news. Where did my life go so terribly wrong? OR Why didn't I manage to make him fall in love with me across the 3rd grade lunch table?

Seriously. We ate together most of the time. People tell me I'm funny, so he must have been a little bit smitten and just never said anything. Or I could blame the fact that in that one year I got glasses and cut my long straight hair. Too bad my awkward years started so soon, or I just might have been calling you from an NFL skybox with all the the other players wives.

Instead, I guess I'll go teach 4th grade again in the morning.
Oh and by the way, I've somehow gotten my entire class obsessed with hippies. Not sure how it happened, but I don't think it's going away any time soon. Oops.