Ever out shopping and you notice someone open a bag of chips and eat right from the bag before it's been paid for? Who does that? Or have a neighbor who "borrowed" your newspaper and read it, right off your driveway or front porch? Who does that? Or see someone drink right from the carton of milk? Seriously people, it's disgusting. Who does that? I was at Target the other day with my teenage daughter who was trying to "spruce" me up with some new lipstick and foundation. Apparently the chap stick I've been using for the past decade or so just isn't cutting it, or at least to a modern teen. It was fun watching my daughter smile as she held up colors next to lips that were so obviously not my color. We did eventually find a color that we could both agree on in the tube, but I wanted to see what it looked like next to my skin, so I went off in search of a mirror to see the new color. Mind you, I did NOT put any on my lips, only held it up next to it.
Turning the corner into the next isle I spied an elderly woman, probably in her late sixties or early seventies standing infront of the only mirror putting on lip gloss. You know, the kind in the glass bottle that has a little cotton swab looking thingy on the end. I didn't think anything of it until I saw her pierce her lips together and make slight lip faces. She put the swab back into the bottle and then put the bottle BACK ON THE SHELF! She then took another bottle with a different color and applied, THEN DID THE SAME THING! I'm thinking, Oh Good Lord, who does that? Who in their right state of mind puts on lip gloss and then puts it back???
I figure, if I don't like the color once I get home, I'll give it to my teenager. She can pull off a lot more in color than I can, but I'm certainly not going to get my germs all over something and then put it back like its nothing! I don't want her old people cooties...I was completely grossed out. I opened the lipstick container and examined them very carefully. Really, I was inspecting to see if I could tell if anyone had tried on the lipstick I was planning on purchasing. Low and behold, there were....lip marks? I immediately put it back on the shelf and searched for one towards the back of the row. Satisfied with my soon to be purchase I went back into the isle with the mirror and there was grandma, trying on another color, though this time, she put it into her basket. I cleared my throat and gave a "eh, hem". She turned, glared, and I believe cursed me in Polish. Seriously, who does that?
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
Opening Statement as a teacher
My Opening Statement
I'm just like anybody else. Well, not really. I'm actually a superhero. Not the tights wearing, cape flailing in the wind type of superhero, I'm a teacher. That means that I work long hours, grade papers endlessly, deal with neurotic parents, all for less money than one would ever think they could live on. Because worse yet...I teach in a private school.
So what does that mean? Well, for you uneducated folks about education, it means that private schools offer (supposedly) smaller class sizes, options in curriculum (supposedly), autonomy in what I teach (again, supposedly), and less discipline situations (yea, right). What it really means, is that while public schools have a lunch room lady, recess person, duty free lunches and breaks, etc. etc. etc, as private school teachers we do everything a public school teacher does and more. Only for less money. But, no one goes into teaching for the money, we do it because it's a calling.
I'm starting this blog for my fellow teachers out there who are honestly, underpaid, overworked, under appreciated, and over scheduled. And for those folks out there who think teachers have it easy. Yea right. I dare you to take just one day in my shoes. Come on, I dare ya.
Let's use this blog to help each other out. Share ideas. Share stories about our day. Have someone that understands what it's like to actually be a teacher. Let's face it, our friends don't get it. They all have great salaries and large 401K's. Come take this journey with me. Together, we will face the coming school year!
I'm just like anybody else. Well, not really. I'm actually a superhero. Not the tights wearing, cape flailing in the wind type of superhero, I'm a teacher. That means that I work long hours, grade papers endlessly, deal with neurotic parents, all for less money than one would ever think they could live on. Because worse yet...I teach in a private school.
So what does that mean? Well, for you uneducated folks about education, it means that private schools offer (supposedly) smaller class sizes, options in curriculum (supposedly), autonomy in what I teach (again, supposedly), and less discipline situations (yea, right). What it really means, is that while public schools have a lunch room lady, recess person, duty free lunches and breaks, etc. etc. etc, as private school teachers we do everything a public school teacher does and more. Only for less money. But, no one goes into teaching for the money, we do it because it's a calling.
I'm starting this blog for my fellow teachers out there who are honestly, underpaid, overworked, under appreciated, and over scheduled. And for those folks out there who think teachers have it easy. Yea right. I dare you to take just one day in my shoes. Come on, I dare ya.
Let's use this blog to help each other out. Share ideas. Share stories about our day. Have someone that understands what it's like to actually be a teacher. Let's face it, our friends don't get it. They all have great salaries and large 401K's. Come take this journey with me. Together, we will face the coming school year!
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