Lonely in Paradise

January 14, 2009

I miss GB like crazy.  It’s great being in paradise and all, but not nearly as much fun when my better half is hundreds of miles away.

Today was not, however, without its excitement.  I was at my little Catholic School again with my little 6th, 7th, and 8th graders again.  The novelty of having a substitute is sadly wearing off and the cheers of excitement when they see me have tapered off quite significantly.  Especially since I gifted one or two students with an all expense paid trip to the office yesterday for rather unfriendly behavior towards others.  Anyway, word is getting around.  I am not all giggles and smiles.  This substitute teacher means business.  That said, a number of the students brought me chocolates today.  I’m not sure if that was a clever attempt to soften me, or if these students are a little behind the curve and still think I’m cool for some reason.  Nonetheless, I am richer in chocolate now than I was at 7am today.  The funny part was that having worked in the past with some…rather…tough students, it has been a long, long time since any student has tried to give me a gift that wasn’t life threatening.  So when these innocent little middle-schoolers were handing me their chocolates I started backing up nervously because I wasn’t sure what was going on.  Anyway, I soon figured out this little gift giving ritual and before long it was like taking candy from a baby.

The other interesting phenomenon I would like to discuss this evening is the rolling bookbag.  What, exactly, are 11-year olds carrying around these days that require WHEELS to mobilize???  They’re like a bunch of little old ladies coming into my classroom with their wheely bags being pulled behind them.  Is there some new law against lifting over 5 lbs that I’m not aware of?  Are we trying to produce a softer generation of children??  And somehow when I ask them to take out their text books, many of these wheely-bag pushers have FORGOTTEN their books.  Again, I ask.  SO WHAT IS IN THE CANVAS GROCERY CART THEN???  Needless to say, the chocolate will soon be in short supply if I continue to point and laugh at them when they come in to the classroom with their geriatric educational aids.

I had a great run tonight.  I’m not sure why I spent my first few runs hiding out on the treadmill in Paradise, but I have braved the roads for my last few runs and have been duly rewarded.  It occurred to me tonight as I was running along the ocean, that I have spent altogether too little time near the water since I have been back.  This week I will make it my goal to get a little intentional ocean time.

Tomorrow I am teaching the wheely-bagged children again after an early morning pool swim, so I have lots to look forward to.

3 Responses to “Lonely in Paradise”

  1. marit c-l Says:

    Okay – the kiddies offering you chocolate and you backing up is totally something one would see on South Park. 🙂 I’m sorry that you and GB are apart – I know how tough that is. Just take it one day at a time – don’t think long term. Think days, and eventually one after another will pass. Stay busy – which you are clearly doing! YES – you need to run at the ocean! For Pete’s Sake – what are you thinking? Get out and enjoy that tropical air and sea breeze!

    Have a great swim tomorrow!

  2. OH Ness, sorry you miss GB soo much….those little kids will hopefully keep you occupied a bit….ENJOY the warmth… 🙂

  3. Beth Says:

    I wonder about those stupid wheelie bags too…I mean really…is it THAT heavy? If you ever see me with a wheelie tri bag…smack me (although with all that gear, those things really ARE heavy… 🙂

    Anyway – time will pass quickly, it always does! And before you know it you and GB will be back together again. Hang in there!

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