(NOTE : Mah spell cheyuck iz a bit wonky so fergive mah illiturat arse.)
This morning I not-so-peacefully awoke to a toddler climbing over me and a persistent throbbing in my face. Wouldn't you know it. Three days after my medical insurance expires I get a toothache. It's funny how things like that happen. A week ago I could've done something about it, but now I'm forced to sit here with a bottle of Ibuprofen and a hot wash cloth mashed to my jaw.
I had been talking to my mother about possibly working for the school system where we live. She has taught for thirty years, and my whole life I remember her telling me, "Do NOT be a teacher." She has hated her job for as long as I can remember, and this has been further proven by an abnormal eye twitch and head click with even the mere mention of chilren. Every other time I've mentioned looking into this job she managed to blow me off, but after realizing that there wasn't much else hope for me she gave in and e-mailed the super intendent of the school system. I figured that I had enough hours to substitute teach. I have 61.5 college credit hours, and even though my GPA is (i think) 2.8 or so - that should be good enough. Well, it turns out that in order to substitute teach you have to have 62 credit hours. Oh.Muh.Flippin.Gawd. Of course. He said he could put me on 'the list' as a substitute IA. That is a substitute Instructor's Assistant. In other words - if the girl who makes copies and grades papers isn't there they will call me at 6am to come in. This isn't at just one school, it could be any school throughout the county. I didn't even know they had substitutes for teacher's aides. I thought if they weren't there they just weren't there, and the teacher was forced to do her own work. I guess times have changed. I wish I would've had that one extra half credit to sub though - I'm sure the pay is
much a little bit better.
Unfortunately, all of the teachers must've had their aides today, because I'm still at home. Either that or I'm too far at the bottom of the list. Maybe I'm number 657, and that's how many teacher's assistants have to be absent before they call me. At this point I may never get called. I shouldn't have dropped out of that 'walking class' my last semester. I just kind of figured I already knew how to walk.
Anyway - it's Wednesday (which means it's closer to the weekend for you working people) - I'm here - my face hurts - I'm going to hide under the cover on the couch for awhile.
That is, until baseball practice later.
Oh yeah, I tweaked a graphic yesterday for my ABOUT page.
Yes, I basically did that with MS Paint. I had to white out the background though so you couldn't tell that the reason I was really smiling was because someone popped open the bathroom door and surprised me while I was tinkling. Yes, people, I'm on the pooper. haha. I can't help that my image gallery has been limited since the death of my digital camera. I'm dealing with it the best I know how.