My First Day of School

Here is a picture of my partner and I on our way to our first day of interning in the “killer- THE GRANDMA KILLER aka my really old car”:

Interning

I am now moving in to my fifth week of interning. I now know the kid’s names pretty well and they are finally acting normal instead of misbehaving when I am there. They have realized that I am a ‘teacher’ too. I barely know these kids, I have no idea about their lives or family not even about their hopes and dreams. But yet I like each one of them and I have a special place in my heart for all of them. I care about them and I desperately want them to succeed. Will I be like this when I have my own class? Will I pick favorites? I hope not, but I have this quality about me that I fall in love with the kids that need my love, with the kids that are ‘different’, with the kids that don’t quite fit in, with the ones that need me. Will this be helpful within my classroom? I hope so because I want this care and compassion to help them and give them a desire to succeed. I know I will fall in love with each of my students but I have tremendous concern that I will fall more in love with the ‘different’ kids but I hope that the other ‘not different’ students can see the benefits of this.

Why me?

Last week was not a good one. I was doing very well as the first one to move away from home. In two months I had yet to miss home until last week it really hit me. And it hit me hard. Stress was everywhere I looked and everything I encountered, but why? Why did one test that I prepared myself really well for cause so much of it? Why did it make me miss home so much? I was afraid, scared, worried, and mostly alone. When I was at home my mom and I were good ‘buds’, we faught occasionally, and when we did it wasn’t usually fun, but in the end she was always there for me. Now that I am here I have lost that secureness and the ability to ask for help and get it right away. I have lost my momma, but not the way my momma lost her momma when my momma was my age (that was a tongue twister in a way) I didn’t have a good week, I ended up having to phone my mom every night in tears. This weekend I wish to travel home to see her. I am not going home for the long weekend and won’t be able to see her then so I need to go this weekend. I miss my mom and lil’ bro, not to forget my baby (for those of you not keeping up with my blog I am not a mother, I have a cat I refer to as my baby)

Keep your stick on the ice!!!

More…where I come from?

I found out more about the video I posted on Monday. I went home to show my roommates this video because we all know the girl that appears in it. Well, my rommates cousin is in the video and her friend who is my other roommate’s little sister’s best friend. That is a total of three people from around home that appear in a single music video. Where I come from that is very interesting and makes us proud to be where I come from!!!

Last night, my friend Kristi (background in case you have not been paying attention: my best friend who is skating with Disney on Ice) sent me an email of pictures of her costumes and what not from her adventures. She left September long and this was the first I have seen pictures of her. Why? Are we not good enough friends? Yes we are, it is just against her contract to take pictures so I had to wait for her momma to go see her and take pictures so that I could see them. I will have you know she makes a very cute Tinkerbell. I also saw her in costumes of Belle, Cinderella, Snow White and Dopey. My favorite was Dopey. Kristi is an amazing skater and if you ever get the chance to watch her skate you should take that opportunity she will not let you down, I swear.

Where I come from

I come from a small town and when someone from Moosomin or surrounding areas does something interesting or exciting or ‘makes it big’ the entire community is proud and celebrates with you. For instance, when I graduated from high school I received numerous awards, but everyone in the community knew and surrounding areas and congratulated me whenever they saw me. My best friend is currently skating with Disney on Ice- Princess Wishes, she is Tinkerbell and the other evening I saw a picture of the carriage she rides in. It is very neat and I wish I had the time and a bit more money so that I could go and see her, maybe at Christmas time I will find time. Kristi is one of those people from Moosomin that everyone is very proud of and feels connected to her. Another ‘red carpet’ citizen is my old hair dresser. Mindy used to cut my hair and is now appearing in Jason Blaine’s music video, “Rock in My Boots”. Mindy now belongs to a modeling agency here in the city, when there was a call out for this video she got the part. It is hard to see her in this version, so stay tuned on CMT for the video. Mindy is the one wearing a yellow shirt and the pink flower in her hair. Mindy also got to bring along a friend, her friend is the one with the pink shirt on. Enjoy!!!!

Commercials

Here are some cool commercials that a friend of mine’s friends made in their computer classes:

Grad

Here are the videos that our class had at our grad ceremonies:

Home

My best friend, Chad, and I traveled home on Saturday to go to a benefit cabaret in Wawota. The cabaret was a benefit for a young man that is now paralyzed from the waist down because of a severe accident. The cabaret was a good time overall and I got to see many people I have not talked to in awhile and got to meet a few new faces as well. However, near the end of the fine evening of fun and dancing chaos broke. I was enjoying myself thoroughly when out of the blue two bigger guys started pushing and shoving. There was no warning, no clues it was coming….I hate fights and people who fight. It is low class. Period. Pointless. Unnecessary. In the middle of this weird scramble, I was injured. I was standing there with some friends taking pictures of ourselves, as girls do, when we were all pushed to the ground, flailing, flying and thudding to the ground on top of one another. I am technically fine, but right now I have a nasty ugly battle wound on my side, that I hope does not scar. It looks as if I will be left with a scar, one that I do not want and is not my fault. As for the others they are fine, for the most part, only two of us got injured. When some silly inebriated men decided they needed to cause problems, us harmless girls were the ones that got injured.

Homeward bound and back

This past weekend I ventured home for Thanksgiving. It was sort of neat to see how your family reacts to the oldest grandchild coming home for Thanksgiving. I didn’t spend a whole lot of time at home, however, I did manage to see quite a few people from school that I wanted to see again which was nice. I went to Wapella both Friday and Saturday night, all I can say is I wish I was nineteen so that I could venture to other places. On Saturday, my mom, aunt, uncle and I all went to Brandon shopping. My mom and I both wanted new winter coats, but only my mom was successful. I found the one I wanted though but my mom put her foot down. Apparently $289.99 is too much for a winter coat. But it was beautiful and so warm and the one I wanted. Maybe if I actually went snowboarding or skiing my mom would think differently. On Sunday evening my family had our Thanksgiving feast. Most of my family was in Winnipeg for the weekend so our dinner was a tad small and quiet. We were missing seven people out of sixteen. Supper was delicious and my grandma sent me home with all of the leftover stuffing, mmmmmmm my favorite. My mom sent me back to Regina with three pumpkin pies, mmmm also my favorite. All in all it was a good weekend and I was very happy to see my family, something that means a great deal to me.

The Power of PowerPoint

Check out the PowerPoint that Megan, Tara and I made. It is pretty rocker!

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