I’ve been working for over a month now. Yeah me! Things have finally settled down and I’m getting the hang of things too. I still don’t know the passwords to almost everything (and I probably won’t, they seem more guarded than Obama’s real birth certificate) and I still question myself a ton. My thinking is I’d rather ask a question before doing something wrong and having to re-do it. My days have been consisting of spreadsheets, phone calls and fixing student log ins. I’m actually ok with this since I’m a huge geek and I love a good spreadsheet. My supervisor trusts me enough to give me the original sheet and tweak it to how I see fit, which is nice.
But this week saw a change. I finally got to go out into the schools and help “teach the teachers”. I love this part of my job. I think I was a born teacher but never actually got my degree in it because teachers have to deal with paperwork, politics and state testing more than actually teaching our kids. So this is totally my calling. Yes it was frustrating, especially when someone who you think should know better doesn’t know how to even make a folder on their computer. Yes it’s frustrating, especially when I’m there to help the teacher and all she wants to do is complain about having to use a laptop (yes…someone complained about getting a mac book given to them!). Yes it’s frustrating, especially when I’m there to explain how to do something and the teacher wants me to look at their e-lesson plans and “how do I make them bigger when I print” when I’m not there for that at all. And sure, I went back to the office all snarky and bitchy. And sure, my co-workers laughed and told me “welcome to the dark side” and that I was officially past the “honeymoon phase”. And sure, I laughed right along with them because, well, because it’s true.
Even with all that, I LOVE IT! I get to go back out to the school this week and work with a couple more teachers, then at the end of the 6 weeks I get to go back to them and finish up our project. I get to see something to completion. These teachers were completely clueless and bleary-eyed at the end of August; they had no clue what we were doing and why we were changing it and what the end result would be. Now, I’ve seen light bulbs go off, I’ve actually SEEN it click in their face and eyes when they “get it”. I can’t wait to see their faces when we’re done with this portfolio and have it personalized and uploaded and it’s done for this six weeks.
I also got to play with more technology than I’ve ever seen or even knew existed. I get to play with even more soon as I’m a technology guinea pig and I get to teach more teachers how to use this great technology that we’re getting for them.
So, in a way, I am “teaching” students. I’m reaching them and hopefully making their scholastic years easier/more fun/better because I’m helping the people who shape their lives.
Alrighty, enough sap.
Since going to day care Jay has been a pain in the tushy-wushy. He’s finally been getting a little better with the fit-throwing but he still isn’t listening. I’m thinking this is more of a 3-year-old boy thing than an “acting out because mom left me in day care” thing.
Kenna…oh Kenna. She’s moody, she’s argumentative, she’s moody, she’s moody and most of the time she’s moody. That’s all there is to say about that.
I hit my half-way point goal weight this past week! Woo hooo! Then the next week I gained less than a pound. I’m afraid to say it’s a “plateau” because it’s only been one week but I’ve heard that happens when you get to about halfway. I need to shake things up if I stay the same or go up this week. Not sure how I’m going to do that just yet, but I’ll figure something out. But 40lbs since April is pretty damn good and I think I’ll hit my goal weight in March. I’m so proud of myself. This is the first time I’ve lost this much by myself. I’m doing this on my own, without some “clinic” type of place standing behind me. I’m proving to myself and my willpower that I can do it, I can do it slowly and do it right. I’m in a size 14, a size L shirt and I even had to buy new panties because my old ones are falling off.
So, I guess you could say that the past four weeks have been pretty good for me. Not only am I gaining confidence in myself and my work but I’m losing my fat!