Sometimes, I get complaints that I don't update this good blog enough. I try to explain that my life really isn't that cool, that most of the time I'm so busy teaching and working on projects, etc., that I don't have time to go on adventures. But then I get told to "find the adventure in your daily LIFE, Rayne."
Well, alright?
So this post is probably going to be kind of boring. So you can skip it if you want. But this is what I do. Every day.
You ready?
I don't have classes in the mornings, but sleeping in on days that aren't weekends annoy me. I tend to get up at the absolute crack of dawn for two reasons: 1) no one else is up, and 2) it's cooler before the sun comes out. When you live on a tropical island, different things become important to you.
So, anyway. I wake up, and I do something that makes me sweat. Like running.
I try to go before the sun comes out. But sometimes, stuff happens. Clearly, I woke up late. Dangit.
After running/yoga/weight lifting/whatever I feel like doing, thank you very much, I shower (duh).
In here:
Glamorous, right? It's like I live in a dorm, or something. Classy.
And then, probably one of my absolute favorite parts of the day: Hallelujah BREAKFAST.
Normally, breakfast is cereal--because I could happily eat cereal for every meal until the day I keel over dead. But I'm out of cereal, which is a tragedy. And buying cereal anywhere but Costco is something only crazies do, because the boxes that last any regular person three days cost at least 6 bucks here. So. Today is pancakes. Which, you know, are delicious, too.
Eating in the kitchen is for weirdos that have time on their hands. I take whatever my breakfast happens to be into my bed/workspace.
To get stuff done.
Like, planning lessons. Or organizing a yearly plan of verbal activities for elementary level kids. Or writing and editing Christmas play scripts. Or creating writing curricula. Or choreographing a song my first graders have to sing and perform. Or grading and filling out report cards. You know.
Stuff teachers do.
So. That takes up my morning life. And then I implement all that stuff in the afternoon.
The first kids I teach are my first graders. It's pretty much standard procedure that a standard greeting from certain kids in my class consists of wrapping themselves around my waist and legs.
Yes. It's adorable.
Look at them. Working. They're just the best.
Two and a half hours of that, and then I do the same thing with my fifth graders.
Writing and reading comprehension are probably their least favorite things to do ever.
Consequently, we do them a lot.
My fifth graders and I have this understanding: we never acknowledge that we like each other in public. But outside of class, it's cool to hang out and talk. Which happens a lot. And totally makes it all worth it.
Two classes down, one to go. During the ten minute break I have between my fifth graders and my high schoolers, I cook some sort of semblance of a meal.
My high schoolers get to watch me stuff my face every class period, but they don't seem to mind. We tend to hang out a lot in this class, anyway. They are in high school, after all.
Yup. Just. You know. Hangin' out.
Then, finally, at 9 pm, my day is done. I can do whatever I want for the rest of the time. During the week, my bed usually calls to me. When it's Friday, however, this usually happens:
Friday = pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. Everyone knows this.
And then, sometimes, I think it's an awesome idea to make and bake my own cold cereal at 2 in the morning. Because I'm a freak, mostly.
Mock if you will, but that stuff is to-die-for delicious.
Also, a bit time-consuming. So I may be a bit of a zombie on Saturday.
Uhm, worth it.
