Mini Me...mornings...ay ay ay...

I discovered that I can post blogs and pictures while using the internet at my far away school…YAY! So now I’m sure that it’s my connection at my apartment that’s holding me down…now the Man. The flip side to that is that I’m only at that school like every other week and I have to post pictures sporadically and in a hurry because the teacher I work with sits at the desk next to me and if I look idle (on the internet) she manages to find something to talk to me about! So, I’ll try to post pictures for previous post when I can…

The other day, while I was somewhere in between sleeping, waking, and alarm slapping, I had the strangest dream. In my dream, I was in my apartment here and my alarm went off. I got up and started looking around my apartment—for myself. I went to the shower room to turn on the hot water to heat up the room. Then, I went into every room calling my own name, as if I were hiding from myself…the shower room, kitchen, office, living room, then back to my bedroom. I found me on my second search of the office, and I was indeed me but an 8 year old me…flipped bangs and all for those of you who can remember back that far. Whew that’s a lot of the word “me”. Anyway, I walked mini-me to the shower and began getting mini-me’s things together for the day—they were my current clothes. Then I woke up for real, turned off my real alarm, and I decided to walk around each room in the same order as I did in the dream. I don’t know if dreams are psychic but I do believe that they tell you a lot about what you think and how you see the world. Is this a classic cliché case of “I need to find myself,” or “I need to grow up,” or do I just need to start going to bed earlier so that I can wake up the first time my alarm goes off?? Yesterday, the teacher that I work with at my far away school told me that I could go home early (2:30) all week because we only have class in the morning. At about 11:00, she says, “So, you’re going to your other school tomorrow.” I looked at her crazy and said, “Um, not that I know of.” Then, she says, “Don’t you have a demonstration class?” I said, “Uh, no. Do I?” I’m going to need these folks to do better. At about 2:15 the office phone rings and it’s for me. It was the teacher from my close school calling to discuss the plans for the demonstration class. I very quickly made it known that I was leaving in 10 minutes and I she could call me back at 4:15. There was no way that I was going to miss the bus that only comes every two hours to cater to the inconsideration of others…work or not. She finally called at 5:00. Some people! Needless to say, the class went well…I refuse to look crazy on account of other peoples’ need-to-get-it-togetherness! It was a lesson on airport dialogue (with the immigrations officers) for the 3rd graders, which is 9th grade according to our school system. She planned most of the lesson, so you would expect her to know what she was doing right. Can someone tell me why she was asking me questions about her own plan??? She needs to do some breathing exercises or something to learn how to calm down and think!