As a kinder teacher, I have met all sorts of "colorful" personalities, lol!
One student in particular comes to mind, and it is sweet little Juanid (pronounce JA-NED)
I wish I could post his picture from the ones I took for their school project. But, since my blog is public and I didn't ask for his parents permission, I can't do it. Anyway, Juanid is this tiny little thing, from Pakistan, doesn't know English (still learning) but has a personality the size of Texas and a voice that is VERY loud.
Juanid cracks me up. He doesn't know much English but is learning fast. I crack up because he likes to imitate myself and the students in a loud, yelling voice. I can't help but laugh, he is too darn funny.
So, last Friday, we had our class party. The kids were literally in a sugar coma with the over abundance of cookies, drinks, chips, and cupcakes (I know, I know , I am a bad teacher for feeding them junk). They were so cute, eating and talking to their little friends. Anyway, as I am walking around the room, I see Juanid with his head down. I noticed his cupcake with red frosting was toppled over, which meant frosting was all over his part of the table. Then, getting closer, I see him furiously licking the table, covering a huge part of the table in saliva and red frosting.
EW. The germaphobe in me says "no no no no no!" since everything in elementary school, no matter how much you clean, is covered in germs.
Juanid proceeds to look up, with frosting all over his hair, all over his face and the top part of his shirt. He looks up at me, with a look like he is high on sugar, lol.
I can't help but laugh. This kid is too much. I try to explain that next time, he should use the huge napkin I set out for him. He looks at me, gives me the biggest smile and says "ya ya!!!" and runs off to the sink.
Despite the challenges of being a teacher, these moments are the best part of my job. Too funny!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Awkward....
So recently, a dear friend of mine Fransis uploaded a pic of herself, me and a few friends from when she turned 15. Its quite the hideous picture of me ( its on my page, just warning you, it ain't pretty) I see an awkward 13 year old girl, who is all legs, a little gangly, not having much of a fashion sense, with crazy hair and unflattering dark lipstick. My face has no smile, and I look crazy.
Overall, looking at it more closely now, I feel sad as I see this picture of myself. It hurts.
You see, this was a very hard time in my life. Junior high is not really an easy time for anyone, but it was especially hard for me. I was heavily bullied throughout junior high, especially in the 8th grade. At the time the picture was taken, it was pretty bad. It was one individual who took sheer joy in torturing me with her harsh, cruel words, for example one of her favorite sayings was threatening to beat me up everyday as I walked to school, which made me beyond petrified to leave my house. I was called ugly, worthless and a slew of other things that just tore me to shreds.
It got to the point where I would be afraid to walk certain parts of my school, and I would fake being sick, because it was too much. I didn't say anything to my parents, adminstrators or teachers, because I was afraid of what could happen. It got so bad that I finally broke down and told my parents, who were devastated but took action. I can't even imagine how much it must have hurt them, I think of my nieces or nephews being in that position and it makes me want to cry on the spot. From that point on, administrators and the whole nine yards got involved and thankfully, it all stopped and the rest of my school experience was MUCH better.
As I look at this picture, I see a girl who had no self esteem, and who was very insecure. It makes me sad. I hate bullying. I have shared this very story to many of my students, who are very suprised to hear about my story. I share to shed some light that words truly and sincerely hurt. As a teacher, there is a no bullying zone in my classroom. I will call out kids out on the spot if I ever see it happen and even on the playground.
As I reflect on this time of my life, I can't help but think of my best friend, Kristen. At the time this was going on, my family moved churches and I unwillingly started to go. Thank you God we did. I met a sweet, fun cheerleader who would turn to my best friend of 14 years and has become more like a sister to me. Kristen, as well as the rest of the youth group, truly brought a sense of joy in my life. I was able to get closer and lean on Christ, and Kristen was an amazing friend through this horrendous ordeal. I was able to see that there were still good, sweet kind people, and I was accepted by this amazing group of kids.
As 14 or so years have passed since this picture, I must say a lot has changed. Thankfully, I can do my hair and make up better (hee hee), and have a MUCH better fashion sense. I am glad I was able to move on from that yucky part of my life and come out stronger. Without going through it, I never would have met my amazing Kristen =)
Overall, looking at it more closely now, I feel sad as I see this picture of myself. It hurts.
You see, this was a very hard time in my life. Junior high is not really an easy time for anyone, but it was especially hard for me. I was heavily bullied throughout junior high, especially in the 8th grade. At the time the picture was taken, it was pretty bad. It was one individual who took sheer joy in torturing me with her harsh, cruel words, for example one of her favorite sayings was threatening to beat me up everyday as I walked to school, which made me beyond petrified to leave my house. I was called ugly, worthless and a slew of other things that just tore me to shreds.
It got to the point where I would be afraid to walk certain parts of my school, and I would fake being sick, because it was too much. I didn't say anything to my parents, adminstrators or teachers, because I was afraid of what could happen. It got so bad that I finally broke down and told my parents, who were devastated but took action. I can't even imagine how much it must have hurt them, I think of my nieces or nephews being in that position and it makes me want to cry on the spot. From that point on, administrators and the whole nine yards got involved and thankfully, it all stopped and the rest of my school experience was MUCH better.
As I look at this picture, I see a girl who had no self esteem, and who was very insecure. It makes me sad. I hate bullying. I have shared this very story to many of my students, who are very suprised to hear about my story. I share to shed some light that words truly and sincerely hurt. As a teacher, there is a no bullying zone in my classroom. I will call out kids out on the spot if I ever see it happen and even on the playground.
As I reflect on this time of my life, I can't help but think of my best friend, Kristen. At the time this was going on, my family moved churches and I unwillingly started to go. Thank you God we did. I met a sweet, fun cheerleader who would turn to my best friend of 14 years and has become more like a sister to me. Kristen, as well as the rest of the youth group, truly brought a sense of joy in my life. I was able to get closer and lean on Christ, and Kristen was an amazing friend through this horrendous ordeal. I was able to see that there were still good, sweet kind people, and I was accepted by this amazing group of kids.
As 14 or so years have passed since this picture, I must say a lot has changed. Thankfully, I can do my hair and make up better (hee hee), and have a MUCH better fashion sense. I am glad I was able to move on from that yucky part of my life and come out stronger. Without going through it, I never would have met my amazing Kristen =)
Monday, November 15, 2010
Wifey attempting to be healthier
Well, I feel like most girls at some point in their lives have a an issues with their bodies.
Mine started in college.
You see, in high school, I weighed between 100-105 pounds, was between a size 1-2, was pretty athletic, and I had no curves ( I know, it makes me sick too). I joked I looked like a boy because I had no boobs or hips. Then, as I was approaching college, the dreaded freshman 15 myth was rolling around, but I certainly didn't think that would be my problem. Long story short, in college, boom, the weight came. No, it wasn't like I gained 30 pounds, but it was a bit shocking at first. I do credit that I got my boobies and hips, lol!!! Then as life progressed, my life of once being a size 1-2 again was VERY much l0ng gone.
Now, flashfoward a few years. Many wives have told me that newly fresh wifeys sometimes gain weight for whatever reason (I am saying sometimes because maybe some wifeys are blessed to not deal with this, lol). Ugh, please don't let that be true, but sure enough it is TRUE!!! (okay, maybe not for everyone). I don't know what it is but yeah, not liking it at all....
So I am doing something about it.
I have decided to do it the old fashioned way, simply watching what I eat and excercising regularly. My problem is I am not consistent, especially in the gym area. However, hubs has become my gym partner and its gotten easier. My other nemesis is food. I have always struggled with eating healthy. Now its starting to get a bit easier.
So far I have "lost" about 4 pounds, however, it goes up and down because I literally eat a well balanced meal and I have gained a pound, so screw the scale. I don't know if I have "really" lost anything but I have noticed my clothes are more loose and I physically feel better. Food isn't such a struggle now. I recently had a burger for the first time in weeks and it was hard to finish it. I found myself wanting fruit....let's hope this lasts!!!
Cooking has become a lot better. I am OBSSESSED with this site:http://www.skinnytaste.com/ I have advertised it often, but really, its fab. I will be posting recipes that I try from the site, so be prepared....
I am happy with these small changes and I am starting to feel better. Do I want to be a size zero and 100 pounds? No, not at all. Bottom line, its important that I stay healthy and live a balanced, healthy life =)
Mine started in college.
You see, in high school, I weighed between 100-105 pounds, was between a size 1-2, was pretty athletic, and I had no curves ( I know, it makes me sick too). I joked I looked like a boy because I had no boobs or hips. Then, as I was approaching college, the dreaded freshman 15 myth was rolling around, but I certainly didn't think that would be my problem. Long story short, in college, boom, the weight came. No, it wasn't like I gained 30 pounds, but it was a bit shocking at first. I do credit that I got my boobies and hips, lol!!! Then as life progressed, my life of once being a size 1-2 again was VERY much l0ng gone.
Now, flashfoward a few years. Many wives have told me that newly fresh wifeys sometimes gain weight for whatever reason (I am saying sometimes because maybe some wifeys are blessed to not deal with this, lol). Ugh, please don't let that be true, but sure enough it is TRUE!!! (okay, maybe not for everyone). I don't know what it is but yeah, not liking it at all....
So I am doing something about it.
I have decided to do it the old fashioned way, simply watching what I eat and excercising regularly. My problem is I am not consistent, especially in the gym area. However, hubs has become my gym partner and its gotten easier. My other nemesis is food. I have always struggled with eating healthy. Now its starting to get a bit easier.
So far I have "lost" about 4 pounds, however, it goes up and down because I literally eat a well balanced meal and I have gained a pound, so screw the scale. I don't know if I have "really" lost anything but I have noticed my clothes are more loose and I physically feel better. Food isn't such a struggle now. I recently had a burger for the first time in weeks and it was hard to finish it. I found myself wanting fruit....let's hope this lasts!!!
Cooking has become a lot better. I am OBSSESSED with this site:http://www.skinnytaste.com/ I have advertised it often, but really, its fab. I will be posting recipes that I try from the site, so be prepared....
I am happy with these small changes and I am starting to feel better. Do I want to be a size zero and 100 pounds? No, not at all. Bottom line, its important that I stay healthy and live a balanced, healthy life =)
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
The Unthinkable....
SO, I have survived three weeks as a kinder teacher. The first week was rough, I won't lie. They are cute but they are truly still babies.
Now, I am starting to get used to little ones come up from behind and tapping my leg or tugging on my shirt if they need my attention (once, one of them actually tapped my butt) , laugh when they say "Mrs. Pawtoh" (cute lisps!), realize that singing for everything keeps them super engaged and that understanding a 5 year old mentality gets a little easier as each daygoes by. However, I was not prepared for what happened today.
I got the kids settled into their worksheet, we finished it as a whole class and lastly, they were to color part of their worksheet. It gives me about a 5 minute break before I start hearing "Mrs. Pawtoh, I am DOOONNNNEEE!!!!" so, I am roaming around my classroom when I notice a brown ball on the ground. I didn't think much of initally, simply because the floor does get littered as the day goes on with everything we do. However, something in me says to pick it up with a tissue. I proceed to do so and I notice it smells.
Like, really really bad.
Yup, "Mrs. Pawto" just picked up poop.
The Potter Wife, aka OCD germaphobe, FREAKS out!!!!!!!!!!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Despite it was in the tissue, I wash my hands furiously. I take disfectant and clean a huge quadrant because I am sooooooooooooo freaked out. Then, I got a mad woman hunt to see if there are more posionous brown balls. Luckily, everything else for face value was okay.
But OMG
I share my horrendous story to another kinder teacher. She said, "Welcome to kindergarten! Once, a kid had diarrhea apparently, and was having an accident as they were going down the slide at recess".
WHAAAT????? I stare at her disgusted.
What a poopy day. I am still so grossed out, lol
Now, I am starting to get used to little ones come up from behind and tapping my leg or tugging on my shirt if they need my attention (once, one of them actually tapped my butt) , laugh when they say "Mrs. Pawtoh" (cute lisps!), realize that singing for everything keeps them super engaged and that understanding a 5 year old mentality gets a little easier as each daygoes by. However, I was not prepared for what happened today.
I got the kids settled into their worksheet, we finished it as a whole class and lastly, they were to color part of their worksheet. It gives me about a 5 minute break before I start hearing "Mrs. Pawtoh, I am DOOONNNNEEE!!!!" so, I am roaming around my classroom when I notice a brown ball on the ground. I didn't think much of initally, simply because the floor does get littered as the day goes on with everything we do. However, something in me says to pick it up with a tissue. I proceed to do so and I notice it smells.
Like, really really bad.
Yup, "Mrs. Pawto" just picked up poop.
The Potter Wife, aka OCD germaphobe, FREAKS out!!!!!!!!!!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Despite it was in the tissue, I wash my hands furiously. I take disfectant and clean a huge quadrant because I am sooooooooooooo freaked out. Then, I got a mad woman hunt to see if there are more posionous brown balls. Luckily, everything else for face value was okay.
But OMG
I share my horrendous story to another kinder teacher. She said, "Welcome to kindergarten! Once, a kid had diarrhea apparently, and was having an accident as they were going down the slide at recess".
WHAAAT????? I stare at her disgusted.
What a poopy day. I am still so grossed out, lol
Monday, October 18, 2010
Picky Shannon
Here is another random post...
My husband, hands down, is the pickiest eater in the world. Those who know and love him would say an amen to that. He hates everything. Really.
Besides the normal dislikes, such as fish, onions, etc, he doesn't like a huge majority of foods you and I love dearly. Also, if you make him meat, it might as well be burnt, as he can't stand anything with a twinge of pink. And to make him even more crazier, he doesn't like sweets. Yep, you heard me right. I will say however, out of all the delicious, tasty, amazing desserts, he would prefer to have a chocolate pie, you know, the kind of filling you buy as pudding in the box. Sheesh...
I must admit I was a nervous when I married my hubs, as I had a huge challenge ahead of me. People would jokingly give advice. However, I must say the wife has done good. For the exeception of one or two meals (HAHA) it gives me great joy to see my husband happily digging into his food and even loading up his plate for seconds. Today I made a healthy turkey meatloaf and I was nervous for his reaction. He loved it and loaded up his plate for more. I must say as I wife, I make myself proud =). Random post, I know, but it is the life of the Potter's wife =)
My husband, hands down, is the pickiest eater in the world. Those who know and love him would say an amen to that. He hates everything. Really.
Besides the normal dislikes, such as fish, onions, etc, he doesn't like a huge majority of foods you and I love dearly. Also, if you make him meat, it might as well be burnt, as he can't stand anything with a twinge of pink. And to make him even more crazier, he doesn't like sweets. Yep, you heard me right. I will say however, out of all the delicious, tasty, amazing desserts, he would prefer to have a chocolate pie, you know, the kind of filling you buy as pudding in the box. Sheesh...
I must admit I was a nervous when I married my hubs, as I had a huge challenge ahead of me. People would jokingly give advice. However, I must say the wife has done good. For the exeception of one or two meals (HAHA) it gives me great joy to see my husband happily digging into his food and even loading up his plate for seconds. Today I made a healthy turkey meatloaf and I was nervous for his reaction. He loved it and loaded up his plate for more. I must say as I wife, I make myself proud =). Random post, I know, but it is the life of the Potter's wife =)
Sunday, October 10, 2010
The wife has been a bit lazy....
So the Potter's wife has sucked with blogging, not sure why. I have lots of thoughts, but have been feeling a pinch lazy to blog it all.
This week means a new beginning, as I will be teaching kinder. I have realized I am so over with worrying over the school drama. Every year oodles of us teachers get "pink slipped" and yet every year, God has been so faithful and has ALWAYS provided. I am grateful that myself and so many other Lodi teachers got rehired. God is good. We will see how it turns out....
Hubs and I are now embarking on our second year of marriage. Again, God is good. So far, we have weathered many storms and we still come out on top. I love how he still makes me laugh whenI don't want to, is patient, understanding and overall, amazing. He is definitely easy on the eyes too ;0)
It has been a good year of marriage and I have learned so much, like don't hog the sheets, its okay if dishes are left in the sink by the end of the night, that its okay to call mom whenI need advice on a recipe, that there is perfectly acceptable to have oodles of decorations for each and every holiday (my house is "halloweened" out) and its perfectly fine to consider homegoods a second home, that my husband probably won't understand my love for things like sky high heels, Sex and the City and Sephora, and accept that Chipotle is my husband's second wife (LOL).
I am looking forward to this upcoming year, and seeing where it takes us....
This week means a new beginning, as I will be teaching kinder. I have realized I am so over with worrying over the school drama. Every year oodles of us teachers get "pink slipped" and yet every year, God has been so faithful and has ALWAYS provided. I am grateful that myself and so many other Lodi teachers got rehired. God is good. We will see how it turns out....
Hubs and I are now embarking on our second year of marriage. Again, God is good. So far, we have weathered many storms and we still come out on top. I love how he still makes me laugh whenI don't want to, is patient, understanding and overall, amazing. He is definitely easy on the eyes too ;0)
It has been a good year of marriage and I have learned so much, like don't hog the sheets, its okay if dishes are left in the sink by the end of the night, that its okay to call mom whenI need advice on a recipe, that there is perfectly acceptable to have oodles of decorations for each and every holiday (my house is "halloweened" out) and its perfectly fine to consider homegoods a second home, that my husband probably won't understand my love for things like sky high heels, Sex and the City and Sephora, and accept that Chipotle is my husband's second wife (LOL).
I am looking forward to this upcoming year, and seeing where it takes us....
Monday, September 20, 2010
a year
Well kiddos...
Its finally been one year. I meant to post yesterday but with all the anniversary fun I haven't gotten around to it.
Its amazing I have been married to this guy for a whole whopping year. Its been one fun ride to say the least!!
I have enjoyed this journey this past year and hope to enjoy a million more. I have learned so much about trying to be a good wife to my Shan. I love love love being a wife.
This year we have had huge highs and some lowish lows (thanks to budget cuts and losing jobbies) but if anything else, we have gotten even more closer and in love. Its been one fabulous year.
We watched our wedding video last night. Needless to say I bawled watching it, lol. It was such a wonderful and beautiful time in our lives. I loved everything about our beautiful day, but the journey this year as husband and wife has proven to be even more wonderful and amazing.
Its finally been one year. I meant to post yesterday but with all the anniversary fun I haven't gotten around to it.
Its amazing I have been married to this guy for a whole whopping year. Its been one fun ride to say the least!!
I have enjoyed this journey this past year and hope to enjoy a million more. I have learned so much about trying to be a good wife to my Shan. I love love love being a wife.
This year we have had huge highs and some lowish lows (thanks to budget cuts and losing jobbies) but if anything else, we have gotten even more closer and in love. Its been one fabulous year.
We watched our wedding video last night. Needless to say I bawled watching it, lol. It was such a wonderful and beautiful time in our lives. I loved everything about our beautiful day, but the journey this year as husband and wife has proven to be even more wonderful and amazing.
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