3 Rolls of Toilet Paper + Toilet= Flooding of the Boys Bathroom

At the elementary school where I student teach at, there is a before/after school program for kids. It's basically like a day care. One of the supervisors is this frumpy older woman who is a little bit slow. Her partner supervisor is a small, plump lady with some sort of mental disability. Both of the woman are nice, caring ladies but I don't feel like they should be responsible for a group of small children. They never have any idea what's going on and the kids just run free around the building. Well, yesterday afternooon I was in a rush to leave the school (I had a Smart Board class to get to) and as I ran past the boys bathroom I heard the sound of massive amounts of rushing water. I stopped and started heading for the bathroom when the frumpy supervisor came rushing over to me. She wanted to know if I knew where the custodians were...one of the boys had flooded the bathroom. I told her to go tell the office, they would radio the custodian, and I went into the bathroom to turn off the water. The entire floor was covered in water and there was toilet paper completely covering the toilet. I tried to turn off the water but I could't get the knob to turn so I went back out into the hall to wait for the custodian. Finally he showed up and with the combined help of the other 3 custodians they were able to shut the water off. The water had leaked into the hallway and soaked the carpet, making it reak of poo. I went back to the frumpy supervisor to ask what happened and who had done it. Well, the culprit was of course this little boy who used to go to the daycare where I work and who was in my mom's kindergarten class (he's in first grade now). He's always been a trouble maker and is known for doing the exact opposite of what he should be doing. I asked him how it happened and he told me that he was playing in the toilet and decided to fill it with 3 rolls of toilet paper to see what happened. This is why I love working with kids...they just don't think like adults!

Valentine's Day

Today was a rather uneventful but not to dissapointing of a day. I spent the day at home, hanging out with my mom. She was sick so we were only able to watch one movie before she had to take a nap but we watched "Notting Hill" which is one of my all time favorite movies. I also ate a huge chocolate bear and had a bottle of bubbly all to myself (by bubbly, I mean sparkling cider). I also attempted to curl my hair. As most people know, me and hair are not a good combination but I'm trying really hard to get better at styling it. Maybe one day when I actually get to do something with a boy on Valentine's Day I'll be able to curl my hair beautifully. I also spent most of the weekend watching sappy, cheesy Hallmark movies. I've done a lot of farming on facebook and I cleaned my room. Overall it's been a successful day, a little lonely, but not terrible. I think I'm going to end the day on a positive note and take a bubble bath! :)

Failing at Life

Today, after being completely stumped by a fifth grade math problem, I got to thinking about how often I fail at things. I know that everyone does badly at different things, they make mistakes or they don't do as well as they hope to on something but does everyone fail at most things in their life? In my opinion no, they don't, which leads me to the question as to why do I? It seems like every life goal or major plan I decide to do, I fail at, miserably. Example: Get a guy I'm interested in to take me to a formal dance (in highschool or college). Fail. Find a highschool boyfriend. Fail. Travel abroad for more than two weeks. Fail. Find a college boyfriend. Fail. Get a good GPA. Fail. Graduate. Pass(hopefully!). I feel like I need to change practically everything about myself to make me more successful in the things that I want. Within the next couple of months I'll find out if I pass or fail the next major life goal...getting a job. If I don't, I think I'll be unbelievably devasted. What will the point of my life be? Almost the only thing I actually enjoy is being in the classroom and if I don't have that then what do I have? Not much. I'll just be stuck at home, hating every moment of my life, praying that I'll be able to get out soon. It makes me depressed, just thinking about it.

Mean girls

Today was one of the happiest days I've had in a long time. This is due to a couple of things. First of all my favorite song came on the radio while driving to work this morning (aka "Return to Innocence"). Next, the terrarium I had to make with my students last week is actually doing what it's supposed to be doing...growing! There are cute little basil and thyme sprouts shooting out of that soda liter, yesss! Today was also the day that I bought all my kids Valentines and spent more than an hour choosing which design would go to which student (kind of pathetic but I really enjoyed it). It was also Jumprope for Heart Day which meant that I got to hang out in the "Heart Lab" and show kids a real heart and let them touch it. It was pretty cool. Last of all, and best of all, I discovered something truly wonderful. The boy that I've been casually seeing for the past 10 monthes (who will now be referred to as Boy) told me yesterday that he just wants to be friends, blah blah blah, and that he's still not over his girlfriend of 4 years. He thinks that she's perfect...funny, outgoing, amazingly beautiful, etc. For the first time, he told me what her name was. Well as I'm sure you can guess, the first thing I did was get on facebook and start to stalk, completely unashamed of how creepy I was being. I found her....and she's not pretty!!! She's got really small, beady brown eyes and is covered in freckles. When I saw her pictures I instantly felt better about myself. I am definatley better looking than her! This just made my day...I know that this really just proves what a horribly mean person I am, but it still feels good! I also got to thinking about how this is probably exactly the reason why I don't have a man in my life. God is looking down at me and shaking his head, thinking about what a mean girl I am. So even though I feel triumphant right now, I know that I have a lot of character building that I need to be doing. Maybe instead of spending so much time stalking and harshly judging every girl Boy talks to, I could read the Bible...