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So after a completely ghastly day at school today I have come to the conclusion that teaching is definitely not for me. Trying to discipline one of my students and she laughed in my face like it was a total joke. When the “real” teacher confronted her about it she said, and I quote, “I don’t respect her. She’s not a real teacher.” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING. I have been a part of this classroom since February and this is how I’m treated. Fuck that shit. Another student told me today, “You’re not fun. You never let us do anything and I like Talia (the “real” teacher) way better.” Awesome. That’s great. My life rocks. Talia had been giving reading tests in the library individually to students so I was left to look over the class during Reading and Writing Workshop. I literally couldn’t deal with the class at all. The feeling of complete and utter lack of control was terrifying. And I never wish to have it again. NO MÁS. Thank God I’m flying home in less than 4 days. Fuck the fourth grade. 

instagram photos from CR

Lake Arenal.

Esterillos Oeste.

The Monteverde Rodeo.

Misery waiting for the bus from Jacó.

Sam trying on hipster glasses in San Josè.

Sam at playa Esterillos Oeste.

A white-faced monkey on the beach.

Mickey as a tiny puppy my first week here.

Volcano Arenal

My puppies in Costa Rica, Mickey and Goofy

Sam in Granada

Granada, Nicaragua

summer!

I’m so excited. I’ll be spending this summer in Newport, RI. (and I already have a killer tan!) Living with my boyfriend. And although I haven’t technically found a job yet I’m hoping I’ll be nannying for an adorable family. (here’s hoping) But I am absolutely positive that this summer will be the best ever. All my friends and I will finally be in the same town for the whole summer. My boyfriend is not leaving for ANY part of the summer and thus don’t have to be in a long distance relationship for any of the summer. It’s the last summer before I go to college and my boyfriend and I go our separate ways. 8 hours separate to be exact. I’m determined for this to be the best summer of my life. I need to remember that after a year with only long distance friendships and absolutely no drama, adjusting back may take some time. I vow to let drama roll off my back this summer. I refuse to get caught up in anything that might detract from my summer of perfection. I also vow to go running at least 3 times a week. I’m losing 10 lbs. IMMEDIATELY. I also vow to eat healthy. Besides my occasional donut I will cut out my usual pile of junk food. I’m replacing my Hostess with hummus and pita and apples and peanut butter. I can do this. Right? 

Isaac's Poem

A boy in my class wrote this poem the other day. It's amazing and needed to be shared!!

The rain falls from the sky like a forgotten dream.

The drain fills up with water like my eyes when I cry.

Some people say that rain is the tears of the gods,

That suffer pain and hurt

Because of us.

The thunder howls to the moonlight

And the rain comes like a nightmare,

You never know when it starts or when it ends.

The rain is like the moon, full and happy and like the sun, clear and bright.

The rain is not sadness the rain is victory and glee.

-Isaac

Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason

Read this book the other week. And yes I’ve seen the movie about 20 times but this scene in the book was SO much funnier:

“Jed is taking us both to the cafè for a magic mushroom omelette!...Shazzer is not speaking to me. After the magic mushroom omelette, nothing happened initially but on the way back to our hut everything suddenly began to seem most amusing and I unfortunately began to giggle uncontrollably. Shaz, however, did not seem to be joining in the joke. On arrival at our latest hut I decided to put hammock up outside, using thin string, which broke, so that I landed on the sand. This seemed at the time so very amusing I immediately wanted to do it again and, Shazzer is claiming, reperformed amusing hammock crash repeatedly for forty-five minutes finding the amusingness undiminished by repetition. Jed had been in the hut with Shaz but gone off for a swim so I decided to go in to find her. She was lying on the bed moaning, “I’m ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly.” Alarmed by Shazzer’s contrasting-with-own-mood self-loathing, hurried towards her to cheer her up. On the way, however, caught sight of self in the mirror and had never seen a more beautiful or entrancing creature in entire life. Shaz alleges that for the next forty minutes kept attempting to rouse her spirits but I became repeatedly distracted by the sight of self in the mirror, striking poses and beseeching Shaz to admire me. Shaz, meanwhile was suffering total trauma believing her entire face and body to be grievously deformed. I went off to get her some food and returned giggling with a banana and Bloody Mary, telling her the waitress in the restaurant had a lampshade on her head, then returned besottedly to my station at the mirror. Following this, Shaz claims, I lay on the beach for two and a half hours staring up at army hat and waving fingers softly in the air while she contemplated suicide.” – Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason by Helen Fielding