Everyone thinks teachers have it best because we have so many holidays AND two months for summer break, but can I just say that going back to school really stinks. As a kid, you get new clothes, new stuff, and you were bored practically all summer anyway so going back to school is really just a time to go see your friends 8 hours a day again. But as a teacher, no one buys you new clothes or new stuff. You have to fund that out of your measly salary! And although you do get to see friends and colleagues again you also get all the lovely (sarcastic) things that come with teaching like educational politics, behavioral systems, whiney parents, and the occasional misbehaving child.
Don't get me wrong. Teaching is by far the best profession on the planet, in my opinion. I wouldn't trade it for the world. But the next time you meet a teacher and think, "dang he/she has it easy with all that time off", I just want you to remember that we earn the time off. Without that time, there would be no teachers, because we would all be locked in a padded room under surveillance. The time is necessary, but going back stinks.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
The Beginning of my Blogging Adventures
So I have this friend who convinced me to give this a try. I am thoroughly unconvinced that anyone will ever read this, but oh well, at least it's entertaining to me.
I begin with my thoughts on the Olympics: may I just say I LOVE the Olympics! Every two years, for three weeks, I actually watch sports. And I don't just watch them, I obsess over them. I currently, thanks to AT&T U-verse, record all of the games on NBC. . . like I have the channel being recorded 20 hours a day, or something exteme like that.
Why, you ask, do I obsess over three weeks of sports? Three reasons: A) my mother, and B) national pride, and C) international interest.
First, my mother. You see, when the games came to Los Angeles (where we lived at the time) in 1984 my mother insisted that my family (except for me, the baby) attend an event. The only event they could afford was equestrian, so to the horses they went. Then came the Centennial games in Atlanta. Once again we lived in the host city (thanks to Lockheed) and this time attended several events including track and field and the gold medal games for handball. So in 2001 I head off to college in Utah, just in time for the 2002 Winter Games. Again, we attended several events which sparked my love for the game of ice hockey. My mom still has paraphernalia from all three Olympic Games we have attended through the years, and seeing this always spark memories of fun, family, cheering, and pride. (With the SLC games, I always think of cold feet and melting debit cards.)
So reasons B and C, national pride and international interest, are fairly self-explanatory. I love the U.S.A.! I also think it is incredible to see people from all over the world come together to bring out the best in each other. I find myself cheering for countries I've never heard of (as long as the US is already out or has already won), and wondering what it would be like to be a world class athlete from a third world country.
Plus, the commercials are really cool. . . I like the Coca-Cola bird's nest one. :)
I begin with my thoughts on the Olympics: may I just say I LOVE the Olympics! Every two years, for three weeks, I actually watch sports. And I don't just watch them, I obsess over them. I currently, thanks to AT&T U-verse, record all of the games on NBC. . . like I have the channel being recorded 20 hours a day, or something exteme like that.
Why, you ask, do I obsess over three weeks of sports? Three reasons: A) my mother, and B) national pride, and C) international interest.
First, my mother. You see, when the games came to Los Angeles (where we lived at the time) in 1984 my mother insisted that my family (except for me, the baby) attend an event. The only event they could afford was equestrian, so to the horses they went. Then came the Centennial games in Atlanta. Once again we lived in the host city (thanks to Lockheed) and this time attended several events including track and field and the gold medal games for handball. So in 2001 I head off to college in Utah, just in time for the 2002 Winter Games. Again, we attended several events which sparked my love for the game of ice hockey. My mom still has paraphernalia from all three Olympic Games we have attended through the years, and seeing this always spark memories of fun, family, cheering, and pride. (With the SLC games, I always think of cold feet and melting debit cards.)
So reasons B and C, national pride and international interest, are fairly self-explanatory. I love the U.S.A.! I also think it is incredible to see people from all over the world come together to bring out the best in each other. I find myself cheering for countries I've never heard of (as long as the US is already out or has already won), and wondering what it would be like to be a world class athlete from a third world country.
Plus, the commercials are really cool. . . I like the Coca-Cola bird's nest one. :)
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