And so it begins....

This week I have had several parents call me, or come into my room to talk to me.

I never realized that everything kids do wrong is the teacher's fault. EVERYTHING. My kid disrupts your class because YOU do this, my kid is failing because YOU didn't do this, my kid doesn't like coming to your class because YOUR this.

Holy Moly. I am so exhausted from being attacked by these parents. I have never realized how hard it is to talk to parents. And really, it's my word against the kid, and really, who is the parent going to believe?

Anyway, I hope that this settles soon, cause I don't know how much more I can take!

On the Outside Looking In.

The other night, I left my house quickly, because I knew I was going to be right back.

When I got back to the house, I pulled up in front of my house, instead of into the driveway. I sat in my car and looked at my new home for the time being.

I felt so at peace. I was looking into my dining room, where I had forgotten to pull the blinds, and I saw my cute little centerpiece I made, and my calander hanging on the wall, and the picture of my and my old roommate. I just took it all in. I loved it. There was something strange about seeing my house from a different perspective. Extremely strange in fact, but not in a creepy weird kind of way.

I thought about why I decided to come to Yuma, and how perfect my life is right now. Looking in at a place I call home; that made it even more perfect.