It has been recently brought to my attention that there are certain components of my blog that may not follow standard English protocol. I would like to mention one simple fact - It's my blog and I will cry if I want to. With that being said, I will use as many prepositions at the end of a sentence, grammatical errors, and vernacular slangs as I wish.

There were a few things that happened to me today that help me look back on the day's events and laugh. The first of these many moments came around 8:45 this morning. I had just informed my students that Mrs. Doe (names have been changed for legal reasons) was admitted to the hospital, and that her baby was most likely on the way. I talked about how she would need some time off to recover and when she was ready she would bring the baby in for all of us to see. I then asked my students if they had any questions (sometimes I do this for my own personal enjoyment). Of course, one of my students in the back row raised his hand and asked in complete seriousness, "Did the baby poop in Mrs. Doe's stomach?" There were a few things that made this question so unique and difficult to answer. The first thing was the sincerity with which he asked the question, and the second was the fact that he used the word poop with ten other 3rd graders around. Needless to say, I had to do my best bullshitting to answer his question and keep my composure.

The second event I will discuss involves a new teacher, a half a pot of coffee, and one extremely upset bladder. In all of my teaching experiences, I have been free to use the bathroom at my leisure. However, today was my first time in the classroom without any assistance from a mentor. Seeing as I was going to be teaching all day, I thought it would be a good idea to consume as much coffee as possible in the morning. Well, 9:05 swung around and I could already tell that it was going to be the longest day of my life. By 10:15, every part of my body was quivering. I scanned my brain for possible ways to escape to the bathroom. Some of the ideas I came up with were - just peeing myself, calling the office for a five minute substitute, or reporting a terrorist attack and running to the bathroom (too soon?). Although the pain was unbearable, I managed to make it to 11:15. I dropped my students off at the gym, and told them that in the spirit of excercise I was going to run back to the classroom as fast as I could. They all started cheering me on, and I sprinted to the classroom. What I thought would be a five minute pee ... was.

The rest of the day was pretty standard. Everything has become a little more hectic, but I am still in control.

The only other thing I feel needs to be mentioned is that I discovered what I believe to be the worst job in the world. In my opinion, being a camerman for the Women's World Cup has to be the worst job ever. In case you have not been following, the Women's World Cup of soccer is currently happening in China. I watched a game this morning between Sweden and Nigeria in which every three touches resulted in a turn over to the other team. It was like watching ping-pong sans grunting. I'm not saying that the reason the camera kept swinging back and forth was because they were women, but more likely because they suck.

Love to all, and keep me in your thoughts as you ask for forgiveness for your sins (especially after this entry)!