About Me

Hi, my name is Angela and welcome to my blog. This is a place where I write about my life in an honest and open way.

I am 34 years old, single, and a Christian. God gave me a heart to work with children and so I spend my day teaching kindergarten. It is my fourth year teaching and although it is hard I love it. I currently go to a college for my BA in Elementary Education which keeps me busy. Between work and school there is not much time left but I enjoy serving and helping others, watching netflix, or reading a good book.


Sunday, January 26, 2014

Some Days

Some days, like today, I wish there was arranged marriages. Not that I believe my parents would have actually found a great guy for me but I am seriously bad at finding relationships on my own. I am 31, nearly 32 and I am single. I have always been single. This is not to say I have never loved. There was a guy I loved once but he chose someone else. It was painful and complicated and I wasn't able let him go emotionally until I saw his wedding pictures. Then I promptly removed him as a Facebook friend.

I am hopeless at flirting. I don't know how to do it or I do it wrong; I don't know. There is this guy right now I am interested in and I think he might be interested in me. I haven't seen him in a week and I miss hanging out with him. I knew I would see him today and I was so excited. So excited in fact that I lost all of my words and passed by him without even saying hello. What is wrong with me?! What I wanted to do, what I should have done is placed my hand on his arm, looked him in the eyes and said hi. Instead I over think and I think about the other people present and what if I am wrong and he will think I am crazy. See, I swear I will be single forever. God better be sending me a man that take charge of the relationship because otherwise I am up a creek without a paddle.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Contradiction

I don't how I can love my job one minute and hate it the next. Some weeks I feel down right bipolar. Last week I was sick and had to call out for work and I hated it. I worried about who was watching my kids and teaching my class. Then on the other side I don't want to go to work so much that I often stay up way too late and sleep through the million alarms I set for myself. Days I somehow get myself up on time I still somehow end up being late to work. It is a miracle that I have not been fired yet.

It is so confusing to me how I can be so connected to this group of kids and then feel so totally and utterly frustrated by them. Though now that I type this out I realize how normal this really is. Although I do not have children of my own I have plenty of friends that do and this is exactly how they describe being a parent. The complete and utter love you have for your child even though sometimes they drive you so batty that you would sell them to the traveling circus. That really sums up how I feel.

On Monday I had the odd experience of having a fellow teacher in my class criticizing what I do and how I treat my students. She was supposed to be observing and assisting me as needed in my class as she is new to the company. She was very critical of me and did not like it when I did not agree with her. Over the past couple days I have run her complaints through my head. Scenario's of what had happened and how I could have handled it differently. Every time I come back to the fact that I was doing my best with the students at the time. Was each interaction completely perfect? No, but it was far from abusive or detrimental to the children in any way.

So here I sit at 10:30 at night, avoiding my bed because I don't want to wake up for work tomorrow. When mentally I have been defending my teaching and my kids for two days. To love and hate my job at the same time. It is such a weird conundrum.