Thursday, October 25, 2007

Do they really come in threes?

Ok so today has kinda been a downer.... Early today I found out that my great grandma, who was over 100 years old, passed away on Tuesday. Sure, she was super old and lived a FULL life but it's still sad because it's my dad's grandma and my grandpa's mom. And when you become so accustomed to people being in your life, it doesn't matter how long they live, it's always hard when they pass.

Then mid-afternoon I received a voicemail from my doctor that my blood test results were in and the doctor wanted to schedule a follow-up appointment with me to go over them. What the hell does that mean? I've never had a "follow-up" appointment when I've had bloodwork done. Granted, I went to the doctor to find out why I've been ridiculously tired lately and losing more than a usual amount of hair and, as a result, she sent me to take a full-panel blood test. But it's still scary to hear that I need to come in for a follow-up appointment. The Dr.'s assistant assured me it was nothing to be worried about...if it was, the doctor would have called me personally. So then why can't they just tell me over the phone? Why do I have to wait until next Wednesday to find out? Oh wait, they probably want my co-pay.

Then after finally convincing myself to get my ass off the couch and go to the gym, Mark texts me to tell me that his grandpa had just passed. This broke me. His grandpa was a completely healthy man literally 2 months ago and then had a series of small strokes and went downhill fast. They were all just waiting for him to pass during the past week but getting the news was still hard. Just because I know how devastating this is to the close-knit family. And seeing Mark's mom and grandma go through this is hard. Mark is struggling with it as well. And in the almost 2 years we've been together, I've never seen him cry or break the I-can-handle-anything outlook that he has. So needless to say, I feel helpless knowing that he's broken right now. I just want to be with him and be his rock since it seems like he's always the one picking me up.

So now I go back to my blood test.... Don't these things always happen in 3s? Is there something I need to know about my health? I know I'm freaking out WAY too much over this but I can't help but think that something could be wrong with me.

I'm ready to curl up in bed and call it a night.....

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

I need some clean air

OH MY GOSH... SOMEONE PUT THESE FIRES OUT!!! Ok, yeah, it's got to be devastating for these families that have been left homeless and with nothing and I feel horrible for them. But that being said, my students are DRIVING ME MAD!!! Because of the poor air quality, we've been on rainy-day schedule for the last 2 days, therefore leaving my students INSIDE for the 6 hours and 38 minutes that I have them. They're going crazy. They've lost their minds. Yesterday, a very bright 6th grader thought that putting glue on a neighbor's chair was something that was ok. Today, a few of my students thought that sword fighting with rulers was something that would NOT make me yell at them. As I walked back from my shortened lunch break, I can see 3 of my students in the doorway shouting, "SHHHHHHH! MISS LOPEZ IS COMING!!!!" They stomp their feet on the blacktop as we walk to lunch to see the ashes turn into powder. And not just one or two students.... all 31 of them. They're folding their spelling homework into mini trash cans. They're tapping their pencils on their folders. They're out of control. And seriously, I don't really blame them. It's not their fault. They need an outlet for the energy that builds up inside of them each day. And on top of that, they are 11 years old. They're going through puberty. My roommate suggested allowing them to do laps around their desks. Great idea, but their awkward bodies would most likely go flailing into each other, probably on purpose for some of the young men I have. And I can only imagine, that at that very moment, my principal would come walking in with some district tightwad. That would be my luck.

So, in closing, I wake up each morning giving thanks that I have my own bed and house to sleep in.... and praying that the fires have been cleared up. If not, I'm going to need someone to help me push all the desks to the outside wall of my classroom so that I can do relay races during the last half of the day. It would be greatly appreciated.