Saturday, September 18, 2010

Overheard at Our Apartment

"Don't Facebook my toilet paper issues!"

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"Stop throwing wigs at me!"

"I could throw my fist in your face instead..."

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"Okay, look. I'm putting these scissors on the chair. Don't sit on them."

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*sniff sniff*

"What?"

"I thought I smelled Chinese food. But it was just you."

"Yes, yes, I know I smell bad."

"You can have the couch to yourself."

"Allllll part of my plan."

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"Are you going to write this conversation down on your list?"

"No, because it makes me sound like a jerk!"

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Pumped Up for the Day

This morning after our daily staff meeting, as I was chatting with a co-worker, I heard my mother (who also teaches with us) saying to today's first-time substitute, "Oh, that's my daughter. She's working on her master's degree."

Unfortunately, at that very moment I was engaged in pretending to inflate my hairdo with a basketball pump that I'd found on my other co-worker's desk. I hadn't really been paying much attention to the conversation going on behind me until my co-worker interrupted me with, "Uh, turn around, they're talking about you," at which point I spun around with a goofy look on my face, still plying the basketball pump.

To her credit, the substitute greeted me and put out her hand as if she'd found me engaged in a deep philosophical debate rather than behaving in such a ridiculous manner. After she left, my friend mused aloud that perhaps she'd suspected that I'd been inflating my head rather than my hair.

My life = better than anything on TV.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Making Progress

Several months ago, my announcement that I planned to take up knife-throwing was met with decidedly mixed reactions. But never fear: despite the passage of time, I have not given up on the idea.

One knife to carve them all

You will be pleased to know that I have gone so far as to convince one of the teens from our youth group to loan me a set of throwing knives and instructional DVD that he just happens to have lying around the house. I have also made certain promises to friends that I will only practice in closed-in areas, such as my friend's fenced back yard.

Not that I've actually gotten around to asking her yet, but I'm sure she won't mind. She's a good sport.

Super Cheese!

Besides, that particular backyard and I already have a somewhat adventurous history. It was there that I nearly took a bottle rocket to the face this past 4th of July:

Running for my Life

I'm sure the mere mention of this incident will be enough to assure my friend's cooperation.

Sarah Laughing

Anyway...

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In other news, I am happy to report that this coming week will mark the mid-point of my first 8-week sub-term. That means I'm half-way to my first six credit hours. To celebrate, I plan on staying up really late each night of the week studying, dragging myself to work each morning in a state of bleary-eyed confusion, and subsisting mostly on coffee and gummy fruit snacks.

Oh, yes indeed. Mine is a heady existence!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Keeping It Real

The more I have on my mind, the more trouble I seem to have keeping my mind in the present.

As most of you know, when I went back to school this fall, I did so in more ways than one. Not only am I still teaching full time, but I am also pursuing a master's degree in Systematic Theology. Rather out of a desire to get on with it than with any amount of forethought on my part, I blithely registered for 12 credit hours this semester.

I've never been one to ease into things.

Thus far, new schedule keeps me moving along at a good clip, but I don't think it's too much to handle. I'm pinballing through each week, and although I haven't yet missed a deadline or shirked a responsibility, the increased work load is beginning to take its toll in lack of sleep and a general sort of goofy absentmindedness.

On Friday, one of the other teachers noted me standing off by myself in the shade, head tilted to the side, eyes staring, and hand making a continuous circle motion in the air. (I was lost in a haze of critical thinking, trying to figure something out.) She said I looked quite deranged and was concerned that I may have developed a some sort of disorder over the summer.

On Sunday, Bethany handed me a water bottle, and in my half-zoned out state, I attempted to open the wrong end. It was on Sunday that I also rubbed my chapstick repeatedly over my lips, only belatedly realizing that I'd never removed the cap.

Today I kept saying to the kids, "Don't forget that tomorrow's Friday, and--" (It's Wednesday.)

The good news is that the stress dreams have not kicked in yet (although it's only a matter of time). When they do, I'll be sure to keep you posted. The even better news is that I'm enjoying my studies and the new classes added to my teaching roster this year.