School has started back and already it is kicking my poor behind. I have to wake up in the middle of the night to let Sadie out because she isn't quite up to making it through the night without an accident. Then after I mess up my sleeping schedule I get a few more hours of sleep until I need to start getting ready for my 8am class. It would help if parking wasn't so crazy.
Thankfully only two of my classes insisted on doing the dreadful introductions. They wouldn't be so bad if I was on time with my degree but I'm nowhere near. I should be finishing it up but it seems like I'm just starting. First I did just the basics and didn't dare question my advisers on what I should be taking. I had wanted to teach high school English and they told me I need to major in English then. So I took almost every English class there was at my school. Then I changed to elementary because I don't think I could handle the stress of state testing and big high school kids. I loved spending time sitting in on classrooms but I learned something extremely important. I enjoy kids, I love to play with them, bond with them, and talk to them. I don't necessarily want to tell them about math and sentence structure. I realized by wanting to teach I really wanted to decorate a classroom and play with kids.
I'm marrying a pastor and by being a pastor's wife most churches will automatically expect me to fulfill the role of children's minister. If my future is planning VBS and teaching Sunday School and children's church then I don't want to add full time teacher to that list of activities. Instead I like working for my dad and helping out with the family business of finance. So I changed my major and found a good adviser that told me exactly what to take and when to take it. So I hate introducing myself because everyone else it is their first or second year and it is my fourth. I should be done by now, a lot of my former classmates are finishing up already and I'm just starting. It's embarrassing and I despise talking about it. I just want to get my degree and finish without even walking the stage.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
Wisdom Teeth
Earlier this week I had my wisdom teeth pulled. It wasn't too bad since they knocked me clear out for it. I looked away when they started to put in the magic needle that would make me forget this whole experience. Needles freak me out, I can't stand them. Most people find that funny since I used to have a lot of piercings but there is a big difference between making a small hole and injecting stuff into you.
Anyway the next thing I knew I was waking up in a comfy chair hooked up to a machine checking my blood pressure. I asked the nurse how long I had been sitting there and she told me 40 minutes! I couldn't believe I'd been knocked out that long. I think my mom and brother were disappointed in my amount of loopiness. They were hoping I would be talking nonsense all day like the last time I had any kind of pain meds. But I slept it off and then was just sore for the next few days.
Jacob helped watch Sadie and make sure she went out like she was supposed to. She is getting more into routine which is great. Allen brought me flowers and was so sweet! Leah and Krysten stopped by twice to bring me ice cream and see how I was doing.
The only bad day was Wednesday. I tried to go back to work too soon. It was my day at the church and I thought oh I can handle just going in and getting the bare minimum done. But I couldn't. I started feeling sick to my stomach and hot. Poor Allen didn't understand the urgency when I said we needed to go. I guess I did a little too good a job at sounding calm and collected because when he didn't move, I rushed him and he looked shocked at the sudden change in tone. I had to keep stopping on the walk back to the car. I only had to cross a small field but it felt like forever. Then when we sat in the car I told him to turn the AC on full blast and then I leaned over and threw up in the parking lot. Allen put his hand on my back and later apologized for not realizing how miserable I was feeling at first.
Anyway the next thing I knew I was waking up in a comfy chair hooked up to a machine checking my blood pressure. I asked the nurse how long I had been sitting there and she told me 40 minutes! I couldn't believe I'd been knocked out that long. I think my mom and brother were disappointed in my amount of loopiness. They were hoping I would be talking nonsense all day like the last time I had any kind of pain meds. But I slept it off and then was just sore for the next few days.
Jacob helped watch Sadie and make sure she went out like she was supposed to. She is getting more into routine which is great. Allen brought me flowers and was so sweet! Leah and Krysten stopped by twice to bring me ice cream and see how I was doing.
The only bad day was Wednesday. I tried to go back to work too soon. It was my day at the church and I thought oh I can handle just going in and getting the bare minimum done. But I couldn't. I started feeling sick to my stomach and hot. Poor Allen didn't understand the urgency when I said we needed to go. I guess I did a little too good a job at sounding calm and collected because when he didn't move, I rushed him and he looked shocked at the sudden change in tone. I had to keep stopping on the walk back to the car. I only had to cross a small field but it felt like forever. Then when we sat in the car I told him to turn the AC on full blast and then I leaned over and threw up in the parking lot. Allen put his hand on my back and later apologized for not realizing how miserable I was feeling at first.
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