I AM A THIRD GRADE TEACHER

Oh holy night I have a job. I am a third grade teacher at a K - 8 charter school; Renaissance Academy. This has been the craziest week of my life! I was offered the job a week ago (on Friday) and started working this Monday. I had a weekend to prepare the classroom and figure out what on earth I would be teaching. In general it has been one of the toughest things I have ever done. I pretty much balled my eyes out on the drive home my first day. Did I mention it is an hour away? Yeah so I drop Scott off at school at like 6:30 in the morning. Anyway, it is wonderful. It gets a little better each day. I really do love teaching. The staff members are awesome and everyone is so supportive and helpful. The school is really nice (it's only two years old and just finished new additions as well). It's great being a part of a charter school! They charter in the "extra" that most public schools don't have. There are teachers specifically for PE, art, music, and foreign languages. That's right- they start teaching Chinese or Spanish to the Kindergartners! So needless to say, I have been swamped and still do have tons of work ahead of me. However, I was DYING to update the blog! So, parting words; life goes on. The Lord will take care of you. Worrying is silly and a waste of time. Everything works itself out in the end.

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Check out my school's website: Renaissance Academy
Pictures of the school and my classroom to come soon...This is a picture of me at our celebratory dinner at PF Changs. I LOVE CHINESE!
You can tell how scatterbrained I am with all these random side thoughts... But yesterday I had quite the adventure. I was driving home from school on the freeway and then I hear this weird flapping sound. Right about that time a ton of oncoming traffic was coming into my lane. So, I did what any sensible person would do; change lanes to the left. I sped up to do just that but then the flappity flap sound got really bad. So I quickly reversed my action, just about hit a car or two, and swerved into the shoulder. Then what to my wondering eyes should appear: burned rubber, smoke and a completely blow front tire, my dear. I had been driving 75mph on the rim. YIKES. Thankfully, I hadn't even been parked there five minutes, when a guy stopped to help me. He put on my spare in no time. (And turned out he was an auto mechanic teacher!) The crappiest part of it all was that we had to spend $450 on a new set of tire. Ugh.