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5th grade girls are so melodramatic. I think I've mentioned that before, but sheesh. Everything, especially now that spring fever has set in, becomes this huge emotional ordeal for everyone--including me. I have decided that under-the-counter Valium pills are definitely not out of the question. . . .Okay, I'm just joking. Mostly.
Right now we are working two simultaneous projects in 5th grade history--polishing skits about George Washington and making a big poster on the Louisiana Purchase and (pause to referee more melodrama "we don't all fit on this side, one of us needs to move to the boys' side." "we've already planned out what we're doing. Why can't they just stay over there." "Because we don't all fit over here to work." Sigh. Compromise and adapt aren't words in their vocabulary) the Lewis and Clark Expedition. It should be really cool--if everyone can work together and get it done. At this age it is so difficult to get projects done: not only are their leadership skills rudimentary, but there is also this weird boy vs. girl issue. Bleg. It isn't the war it was at the beginning of the year (thanks to some rules carrying an automatic detention consequence), but it is still a "thing" that they have to bring up as some kind of division/competition. Weird. And it isn't that I don't remember being that way, I just don't really get it anymore. And I don't like dealing with it. Sigh.
Upper school composition is wading deeply into research papers (woo-hoo). And as most of them have done this already (last year, as well as smaller research type projects this year) I am astounded at the lack of brain retention regarding how to take notes and do research. The plagiarism of it all. So, step by step we go. Hoy.
New topic. I'm a little ADD today. Too much caffeine, perhaps, if there is such a thing. I need prayer/thoughts for guidance. Way back a coupel fo months ago I mentioned a possibility of becoming 6-8th Humanities teacher. Well, long story short, after examination, thought, prayer, discussion, I'm not getting the position. Which also means that I need to figure out what I'm doing next year. For those few of you not already familiar with my Louisiana Board of Elementary and Secondary Education woes, I am in a position (thanks to the asinine educatonal policies in my state--policies that have not improved the state of our education) which makes it very difficult for me to find a teaching position. I am completely unsure what to do with myself--whether to teach, whether to pursue a writing career, whether to try for a university position or assistantship, whether to . . . .????? So, great prayer is needed--and suggestions from those that know me-or don't-are welcome. :) Oh. And i haven't told my parents yet that once again I'm in search of a job. I didn't think they'd want that stress added to the stress of Grandpa's death and funeral and will stuff. I really just want to find a place where I can burrow in and settle. I prefer to have my life-spices/uncertainty be on the fringes and voluntary rather than a core instability. God, apparently has other things in mind right now.
My sister's softball team won the league championship last night. Granted there are only a few teams in their league (Louisiana Christian School Athletic Association), but they could have done just as well in a bigger league. They really have a powerhouse team. My brother's baseball team has done well this year, also, but lost their playoff game due to outfield errors and several overthrows to 3rd base. A shame since Ben's pitching was really great--and he had some nice plays at 1st base in the last 2 innings. He want to try out for the Southeaster Louisiana University team in the fall. I hope he makes it. He's a good ball player and he loves the game.
Okay. I'm done now. Randomness and all.