Because why pretend that this blog serves any other purpose? Sure, I could claim that I write because I really want to develop my talents, or inspire people, but whatever. Really? I like to talk about myself.
1. A major Child Bride life philosophy: I can do anything for a year. You would be surprised how many major life events to which I apply this mantra. Including but not limited to- graduate school, substitute teaching, waitressing, serving in various church callings, marriage (hey, I thought it, don't judge,) real-teaching, and living in my grandparent's basement while they served a mission.
Usually, I do it for a year, and I come to Conclusion A or Conclusion B.
Conclusion A: I can do this for a year, but if I do it for one day longer, I will incredible Hulk myself out of the situation. Hulk Smash! Applies to graduate school, waitressing subbing, and living in my grandparent's basement. (I did live there more than a year, and I did incredible Hulk on several occasions.)
Conclusion B: Hey, I actually like this, and shall continue to do this. Marriage,(phew!) real-teaching.
Things still undetermined: Owning pets, current church callings.
Today, however, I proved my theory wrong. My school received a grant to give all the Juniors the ACT for free. We had to provide all the proctors and supervisors. While supervising, you are not allowed to read, grade, or do anything besides stare at stressed-out teens for 3 hours.
I do not know how people do that for a living. If you are a full-time ACT proctor, I salute you. You either do not have ADD, or possess a near-lethal prescription for Ritalin.
In fact, I grew so bored that my highlight of the day was watching a student I really dislike getting kicked out of the test, and having his form voided, for texting.
2. That is another thing about me: I glory in karmic justice. After a year of constantly telling that student to stop texting in my class, it was nice to see him receive a tangible consequence. (All I could do was take his phone for the day.) Especially since he clearly thought he was the exception to the rules. The instructions state no less than 5 times that the use of any electronic device is prohibited, moron.
3. I can do anything for a year, but that doesn't mean I don't harbor a whole lot of righteous indignation the whole 12 months.
Does my theory work for you? Am I quitter? Or just awesome? What level of Dante's Inferno would be reserved for being unusually pleased when douchebags are punished?
Speaking of which, say a prayer that Parent Teacher Conferences goes well tomorrow.