In perspective

You know those days when you’re all “my life is soooo sucky right now” and feeling a bit sooky?
I was having one of those days yesterday (assignments due, crap day at school, snot pouring from my nose, kids continutally fighting or making *that* noise that goes through you like a dose of salt, sister-in-laws coming close to having a Will and their written request for more  blood money manually shoved up their ar$es … you know the drill).

Then reality hit me with a thud when I heard that the fourteen year old daughter of one of the teachers at my daughter’s school had succumbed to her 11 week battle with adult leukemia and died.  She was a gorgeous, lovely, bright, friendly kid.  She went into hospital with swine-flu-like symptoms  in June and walked out with a diagnosis of adult leukemia, suffered chemotherapy, a fungal infection which took away her power of speech and ultimately a stroke which killed her.

I found out she had died at morning tea and then had to go and teach a class of fourteen year old girls.

It kinda puts your life in perspective real fast.

Life is precious.

Happy Blogday

This lil blog turns 1 today.

I’m surprised I’ve managed to keep it going so long AND I’m surprised that anyone actually reads my deranged mutterings … but I’m glad you do.

So in honour of this little milestone, I just wanted to say how grateful I am to have met you all and gotten to know you through your blogs.

…and I want to know more about you.

You have read patiently while I’ve muttered about studying to be a teacher which is what I always really wanted to be when I was growing up … I just got a little side tracked by science on the way.

So I want to know what you wanted to be when you were growing up … and whether you actually got to do you dream job or whether you also got side tracked into something different.

AWESOME

That’s me.

I just got my first assignment for semester 2 back in the mail.  Then I tried to ring my Husband who isn’t answering his *&&^%phone.  Then I tried to ring Mum and forgot she was out for the day.  Then I got flustered because there weren’t really any other people IRL that I could legitimately call and say :

Fuck I’m Good.  Just Ask Me.

(well not that I could say that to either of them anyway without them chiding me on the first word).

…and yeah – my rl friends probably are interested, but not so interested that I’d need to call them in the middle of the day to tell them my news.

So this is what I just posted on FB and I repost here … because I feel like I can bloody fly right now (with only the merest hint of caffeine in my system and despite having both sinuses clogged with snot … TMI?):

OMG!!! I have to tell someone this and bloody husband won’t answer his phone: I have just done the *perfect* assignment….in *sociology*. Colour me incredulous…. and ecstatic

….and when I say perfect, I mean *perfect* …as in a 7  (high distinction – the best it gets), ticks all over the place and the comment from the lecturer:
Excellent, Amanda!
You’re undoubtedly keen to teach …. have you thought about a higher degree in Education next year (e.g. M. Ed research) – you can always ‘supply’ teach and you would get tutoring at QUT.
Regards, P.”

…I’m at the point of fainting in relief as I have been bitching and moaning about this subject all semester.

…and as for the M. Ed. …… errr .. no thanks P. I’ve spent far too much of my life in academia already.

But thanks for asking.

Makes a girl feel AWESOME!!

nervous wreck

My last prac begins tomorrow.
At a fancy private school.
I want to go back to my nice quiet little State school and hide in the familiar.
…but then I always get like this when I’m nervous.

I wrote this on my FB status the other day:
Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem….”
nuts but true.
I know my maths and science. Apparently I seem to get this teaching gig. ….and yet I’m freaking out.

So if you don’t hear from me for a few days I’m either madly writing unit plans or have been gobbled up by the education machine….