i should warn you; this room that i have inherited is my biggest challege yet. it's more long than it is wide, so it's kind of like a rectangular chamber that has the least amount of room that i have had so far. keep me lifted up in prayer as i try to solve the unsolvable. i have, however, garnered enough problem solving skills to be confident that i may be able to accomplish this task, due in large part to all of the board gaming experience that i have had. i haven't caught on to this whole editing thing fully, so bear with me.
hopefully it doesn't come out looking like the eyesore that i fear. oh well, who cares. this is for MY documentation, not yours, so it's all good.
meanwhile, this is the bookshelf that i put together all by my lonesome! mrs. thornton gave this to me 2 years ago and i finally found the time to put it together. not bad, huh? hey, what can i say? better late than pregnant...
school has started (insert sad face here). actually, the kiddos are still out until 24 august, but we teachers have started back. let me be the one to say...it's hard to have gone a whole summer not doing much and then suddenly having to get up buttcrack early in the morning to get ready for work. i mean, i went pretty much the whole summer looking like sh*t because let's face it; i don't have anybody significant to impress besides myself, and i think i look at least a 6 on a scale from 1 to 15. that's almost halfway there. don't worry, i can accept that, and my heart is still open.
speaking of that...here is something that i am having a hard time accepting. today, during what can only be referred to as "training," my team and i were sat at our table and i decided to say something to mrs. sharp, who was sat on my right. apparently (and i write that more along the lines of "allegedly"), my whispering voice carries a lot more force than my talking voice and ms. punch, who was sat on my left, wanted to let me know that.
now, i don't know the exact number, but it seems that of the plethora of choices that punch (this is ms. punch, not some fruity drink; teachers tend to call each other by their last names) had to tell me that i was loud, she chose what i suppose was the most obvious one. excuse my language for the next few sentences...but this punk @$ bitch pinched the sh*t out of my arm. yeah, dammit i said it, i wrote it, and i thought it. i'm not a wimp to my knowledge. i've been hit before, i've been punched, smacked, slammed, tackled, all of that. i've even been pinched before, but believe me when i say that this heifer tried her best to make me cry...and almost did. sharp told me that there was a red mark on my arm; punch got me on that awkward part of the arm where you can feel it, but not really twist it so that it's visible. the point is, it hurt...a lot...a hell of a lot.
i can accept it, and my heart is still open, but let me say this about my heart. it is 3 sizes too small and cold as ice. on a side note, sand runs through my veins (shout out to ratchet for that!). i'm a very cold and unemotional person, so i wasn't going to just stop the training and confront her. i'm non-confrontational. forgive, i do plenty; i never forget. i've come to terms with it...8 hours later...but it's always going to be in the back of my mind. i'm getting tired and need to go to sleep, so i'll slander punch later if i feel up to it.
i'm so damn tired because i haven't yet realized that i'm back to work. last nite i had a volleyball game and afterwards went to wendy's for the usual get together to talk about everybody else. i asked what time it was and somebody said 12.5a (which is 12:30am for those of you who aren't familiar with my ways). i was like...PEACE! i know damn well that i am NOT a morning person. i'm not a late nite person either, but that's for another blawg.
well...it's about time for me to get to bed. it's 10.0p right about now and i've been on a soap box about punch all day. my arm doesn't hurt anymore...physically...so i guess i should get over it.
just keep me lifted up in prayer,
-w
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