So I'm sitting in the dorm trying to put up with slow internet. I asked them what to write about. Here's a list:
1. "E": Write about "E" throwing candy at you. "E" throws Haribo gummy at me.
2. "S" (boy): Write about "S" sitting in a room with the freshmen girls.
Editor's note: The freshmen girls are so giggly right now.
3. "E" to "K": Turn off that country song.
Editor's note: The song that came on was African.
Okay, I think I better write about a coherent topic now. Senior Cafe is over which means I can spill the beans. I danced as Miley Cyrus to Hoedown Throwdown. It wasn't my idea. Trust me. You see, I had the junior girls over to watch the newest Hannah Montana movie. Don’t laugh. It’s a good one. My friend suggested we learn the dance so there were 15 of us trying this thing out. Then someone mentioned the brilliant idea of doing it for Senior Café. A week went by, and I thought the idea died. Then one Monday during lunch, I go to a “meeting” in my room where I see the girls with a cake that says “Pretty Please.” They get down on one knee and ask me to be Miley Cyrus. How do I say no to 13 girls on their knees? Seriously, I couldn’t do it. That began the two week ordeal of learning the dance and getting ready to perform. We ended up winning first place. I must admit, it was fun. However, I don’t think there will be a repeat performance ;)
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
you see, here's why
So people ask me why I'm leaving....hmmm...How do I explain it? Do I reveal my innermost thoughts? Do I give the quick answer-I feel God is allowing this move (which is true). What do I say?
It's hard. I will miss it here. When I tell people aloud, I never look them in the eye because I don't want to see their reaction. I do feel like I'm disappointing them, and I hate that. After talking to the student I view as my younger brother here, I thought, "Am I doing the right thing?" Then I get home, have a facebook conversation with a former Tipton student and think, "yes, this is a reminder of why I am going home."
You see, I do love teaching in public schools. For some strange reason, I think God has gifted me to work in that varied climate. Some of the students that I bonded with the most were opposites-good athletes, good mathletes, struggling mathletes, loved school, disliked school, supportive parents, absent parents, etc. At Tipton, my room always had kids in it-before school, during my preps, during lunch, after school. It didn't matter. Sometimes I couldn't figure it out. After all, I am not a people magnet. Sure, I get along with people, but I am not my brother who has tons of friends. But perhaps one of my weaknesses (emotional health) is actually a strength in the classroom. I just try to treat each one of my students as someone that matters, because they do. After all, that's how I want to be treated.
In the end, I know the students at DA will be all right. Most of them know and love the Lord, they have teachers that love them, etc. I can't say the same for most of the students in the States. That just breaks my heart.
I've basically hinted at why I'm leaving after this year and not next year or the year after. Looking back over this year, I can honestly say that my mental health hasn't been the greatest. God has taught me great coping skills, but I miss being healthy. I miss being the person that smiles all the time. I had a student in the States that asked me once what was wrong b/c I wasn't smiling. He said I always smiled. I miss that. I'm tired of being on a roller coaster. I'm tired of just "surviving." I know that God is big enough to heal me. I do. It's just that after months of praying, I feel like God has indeed given me the release to go home. And after I felt that, I smiled.
I don't regret coming here. I know that God worked in the two years I was here. Some parts wish there could be many more, but I hope my close relationships don't end once I leave. It will be sad in June. I will cry. Next fall I will miss being here. There will be days when I deeply regret my decision, but I have to keep reminding myself that God can use me wherever I am. I just need to trust in Him.
Much Love
Miss Pettit aka Annie
It's hard. I will miss it here. When I tell people aloud, I never look them in the eye because I don't want to see their reaction. I do feel like I'm disappointing them, and I hate that. After talking to the student I view as my younger brother here, I thought, "Am I doing the right thing?" Then I get home, have a facebook conversation with a former Tipton student and think, "yes, this is a reminder of why I am going home."
You see, I do love teaching in public schools. For some strange reason, I think God has gifted me to work in that varied climate. Some of the students that I bonded with the most were opposites-good athletes, good mathletes, struggling mathletes, loved school, disliked school, supportive parents, absent parents, etc. At Tipton, my room always had kids in it-before school, during my preps, during lunch, after school. It didn't matter. Sometimes I couldn't figure it out. After all, I am not a people magnet. Sure, I get along with people, but I am not my brother who has tons of friends. But perhaps one of my weaknesses (emotional health) is actually a strength in the classroom. I just try to treat each one of my students as someone that matters, because they do. After all, that's how I want to be treated.
In the end, I know the students at DA will be all right. Most of them know and love the Lord, they have teachers that love them, etc. I can't say the same for most of the students in the States. That just breaks my heart.
I've basically hinted at why I'm leaving after this year and not next year or the year after. Looking back over this year, I can honestly say that my mental health hasn't been the greatest. God has taught me great coping skills, but I miss being healthy. I miss being the person that smiles all the time. I had a student in the States that asked me once what was wrong b/c I wasn't smiling. He said I always smiled. I miss that. I'm tired of being on a roller coaster. I'm tired of just "surviving." I know that God is big enough to heal me. I do. It's just that after months of praying, I feel like God has indeed given me the release to go home. And after I felt that, I smiled.
I don't regret coming here. I know that God worked in the two years I was here. Some parts wish there could be many more, but I hope my close relationships don't end once I leave. It will be sad in June. I will cry. Next fall I will miss being here. There will be days when I deeply regret my decision, but I have to keep reminding myself that God can use me wherever I am. I just need to trust in Him.
Much Love
Miss Pettit aka Annie
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