Let's go fly a kite

On sunday we all took a well needed walk to the park and flew some kites in the crazy wind. I hadn’t flown a kite since I was little and I forgot how fun it could be.
It reminded Kami and me of when we were little and we would run up and down our street with a kite dragging behind us bouncing off the pavement. We didn’t need wind back then.

I had a dream

Step into my day for just a second (and read the next sentence with the whiniest voice you can imagine). “Mrs. Tor—ger—sen, what can I do? I can’t have an ‘F’ or my life will be over! (Large sigh). I know I didn’t do anything all term and I waited till the very last day, but if you could please let me off just this one time, I promise....”

Every dream starts out simply with a vision. When I graduated from college my dream was to conquer the world by inspiring and enthusing little minds. My vision was weekends and summers off of at a 7-3 job. Simple, right? Sometimes our visions are as unrealistic as a clean house and breakfast in bed. I love teaching more than I ever imagined, but these 60+ hours a week and piles of correcting are outrageous. Yesterday, I painfully drug my big cardboard box of papers (yes, it was so heavy I couldn’t carry it) out to my car for another long weekend of correcting fun!

Goal for year número uno = survive!

Three terms down, one to go.

You down with OCD, ya you know me!

It is official. I think I might be OCD? Why do I feel like everything I do has to be absolutely perfect? What is perfection anyway?

Here I am at 6:00 in the morning leaning over the toaster waiting for the perfect shade of not quite brown, but perfectly tanned toast. Too burnt, of course I can’t scrape it off… I hope you read what I wrote on that card I gave you? I just want you to fully appreciate that those simple little words I wrote have been read, re-read, edited, and had the handwriting analyzed by at least one other person. I am insane!

Even just the other day Kylee, a darling girl that cut my hair, said to me, “Um Mitzi, do you realize that hair just can’t be perfect?” She obviously read me like a book after a million questions like, “So, what product is that, and can I turn around so I can see exactly how you round brush the back?”

Every night I spend hours and hours trying to create a perfect lesson plan to inspire a bunch of squirrelly 16 year olds, and for what? They only care about how they can sneak their IPods in without me seeing them.

I got a new church calling Sunday and guess what the first thing I was told as tears streamed down my face (I am oblivious to leading music and would rather get a root canal by the way), “Stop trying to be perfect!” Um yeah, I'll work on that one, thanks!

So here I am attempting to start to blog! This will be quite a venture for me. I am making a rule for myself right now - post and leave alone. Stop the OCD insanity! I'll try to loose the I-am-an-English-teacher-watch-for-my-perfect-sentence attitude and just write whatever crosses my mind. For me, this is a stretch!