First of all, microwave popcorn is the devil. That's why I'm on the couch feeling sorry for myself. It's like the devil because it tempts you with its intoxicating fragrance and beautiful, buttery-yellow fluff. You feel great about yourself while you're stuffing your face, enjoying its deliciousness. Then... soon after eating almost an entire bag (because you just can't not eat the whole bag), you immediately regret it and wish you could take it all back, and never even popped the darn bag.
Like I tell my students... When you make bad choices, bad things happen.
WHY DON'T I LISTEN TO MY OWN DANG GOOD ADVICE?!?!?!
My poor, poor sensitive tummy... and my darn gluttonous eyes/nose/mouth.
Hey! I just helped you all learn a valuable lesson!
Microwave popcorn = devil.
You're welcome!
Soooo, it's been a long while since my last post and many, many things have changed since then!
Let me preface this with: I am now a full-on sensitive, emotional woman. Congratulations, me. I knew it would happen sometime. My college friends used to joke around with me that I was like a guy and was always very chill and not very emotional. WELP... That's not true anymore! At least not at the moment.....
I'M ENGAGED!!!!!
YAHOOOOOOOOOOO!
Y'all. Not kidding, I started crying as soon as he got down on one knee. Hadn't even opened his mouth yet. He could have just been tying his shoe and I was already leaking like a faucet.
Luckily! He was not just tying his shoe! :)
We've been dating for 6 years, but really more like over 7 years. We've been friends for 11....12...something years, that's why the whole "how long have y'all been dating?" question is weird and is usually answered with "a really long time". I mean, why say 6 years and not get the credit for the awkward "we're friends, but I kinda like you, do you kinda like me? I really hope you like me, I think you're really cute, we're just friends, but we like each other" phase?!
I could not be more overjoyed, excited, relieved (I mean... FINALLY! amiright?!), and just plain happy!
When I told my students that he proposed (they've heard a lot about him... but I didn't call him my "boyfriend" to them because that word just gets little kids crazy and grossed out), those who understood what that meant were squealing with delight. I had to explain the process, the proposal, the wedding, changing names, etc. etc. They were all SOOOOO excited!
Except one student. She started bawling.
BAWLING. Like, scary-face bawling. Like, you're a really cute kid but you need to stop that crying right now because I'm legitimately scared of you at the moment.
She said, "I don't want you to change your name and stop being Ms. Temple!!!"
I explained that I will still be me - I'll still look the same, sound the same, and act the same... People will just call me Mrs. Taylor.
Didn't help.
"I want you to be Ms. Temple!"
I tried to convince her that Taylor sounds a lot like Temple and that maybe we might even like it better!
"But I like Temple better!"
Inconsolable.
Only tissues, time, and a daily writing journal can help.
She still doesn't really like talking about my fiance, getting married, or my new name. As long as there aren't any tears, I'm good. We can do a quick subject-change.
So, as you (ladies in da howse!) know, teaching and wedding planning is kinda crazy. And makes you kinda crazy. So the last month has been this crazy and hilarious mixture of INTENSE stress (I don't like making decisions that involve other people/families/yikes, end of the year MADNESS at school, life changes, etc.) and utter joy.
It is quite humorous. And I feel quite psycho. I'm just not used to all the emotions.
One moment I'm just smiling because everything's so great and I'm so excited....
The next moment, I am curled up in fetal position rocking back and forth with a stomach ache because I am so emotional and stressed.
Textbook crazy girl. Right here. Picture of me in the dictionary under "emotional".
Yikes bikes.
Last night I was telling my community group girls about how I'm feeling so stressed and can't wait for the school year to be over so that avenue of stress is wiped away for a couple months.
I MEAN REALLY. 6. MORE. DAYS.
HOT DOG!
So after telling my community group this, I have one of the best days of this school year.
What? This school year has been super tough. For so many reasons. New assessments. Full-capacity in the classroom. New kids constantly coming through. Crazy rough behaviors like throwing dead birds at other kids on the playground and jabbing people/things with pencils and cutting straps off my bags.
Then all of the sudden after weeks of CRAYCRAY... peace.
They were all very docile and calm... I got some super sweet snuggles from a student who wasn't feeling well (turns out he had a 100 degree fever! No wonder!). Quiet reading (this never happens - NEVER). Lots of sweet love from the whole class: "Ms. Temple you're the best teacher ever!" "I love you so so so much!" and (my favorite) "You are the best teacher I never had!" This is a BIG DEAL because they've all had like....
Here I go being a crazy emotional lady again and now I'm getting sad for the end of the school year. This is why this is so hilarious. It's like I'm a third party watching myself going "that chick is CRAY-ZEE!" I can't wait for the school year to end, yet it's making me sad. Can those emotions even happen at the same time?! Is this normal?!
Anyway...
Cheers to making it through another year!
Cheers to making changes!
Cheers to being crazy!
Cheers to what lies ahead!
I look forward to many new posts about my many upcoming changes and hopefully many new products for my TeachersPayTeachers store!
