Officially Grown up

I made my first grown up purchase. I bought furniture. "What might Sarah need for such a small space?" you might be thinking. I bought a book shelf for $15 at Big Lots. Oh yeah. I need something to put my TV on so I can reclaim my desk space. I think it is wide enough for that purpose but we will see. I think I might ask my nice boy friend to help me put it together. I am grown. Yep. It finally happened.

Much Better

Sleep does amazing things for a body. I am still slightly overwhelmed but the feeling has diminshed greatly. Greatly... bulletin boards and minor housekeeping things are really all the work left in my room. Lots of laminating to be done though. I can't wait for the kids. As I wasted hours in meetings this week I kept reminding myself I am in this for the children. Teacher meetings ar enot the most exciting thigns in the world. Some of it was useful. I do wish the state would sit through the trainings they make us go through and see if they really think it helps. I was very honest in my evaluations when they asked me what I thought of some of these trainings. Now on to a story about another adventure in the life of Sarah

Thursday I spent the work day in meetings. I made it to school to work in my room at about 4:00 PM. I work and at 6:00 PM I pack up my stuff. I am walking out of my room by 6:10. This gives me 20 minutes to load up my car and get to church for Bible study. My arms are full and I set my stuff down by my car. I dig out my purse and start searching for my keys. I search and search. I empty bags. Finally I realize that I left my keys sitting on my cubbies (a form of shelving as you enter my room). There is one other car in the lot and so I start walking around the school building and peeking in windows. I bang on doors. I bang on windows. I can't find anyone.

So I call my land ladya nd her unlock my cottage. Then I send my friend over to get my spare car key and I will just retrieve all the keys the next day when the whole school is unlocked. I know exactly where my spare is located. it is in my little red bag sitting on my desk. My friend calls and says that she has found the bag but there is not a key in it. Then I remember that my dad has my spare key. Gah. So there is only one option left. Walk to my principals house and ask her to let me back into the school because her phone number is locked in my school binder in my car. So I start walking. I think it is fairly close. I have driven there once. I keep walking.

I keep walking. I keep walking. I finally take my sandals off and walk barefooted because my nicer school sandals are not marathon walking sandals. Finally I make to the end of this street at the very back of the neighborhood. Then I can't remember exactly which house is hers at the end of this street.

After examining yards I decide that the not cluttered looking yard is my principal's house, because she is hates clutter. (She vehemently hates clutter so much so that it will go into your personnel file if you clutter up your room and do not clean it out). I ring a door bell and she answers. Of course I am so embarrassed. My principal always looks cute and I am nasty from working my room. However she is really sweet and drives me back to school and lets me in the building. on the way there she tells me that i have walked a mile.

Moral of the story: I have an awesome principal. And don't lock your keys in the school building.

Overwhelmed

Need my roomies

I need my roommates... Living by myself is an adventure. Praise the Lord He takes care of me and placed me in avery safe part of town. So here is why I need my roommates.

Growing up I never ever locked the doors at night. Locking doors was my parents job when I was really little. Then as we stayed out later it became my brothers job. I went to college and my roommates always took care of locking the door. I am too trusting of a person, I guss, I never worried about it. I knew especially if Liz was home the dooor would be locked by her. So living alone means locking the door. The first night I spent alone I remembered to lock the door. However many nights since then I have forgotten to lock my door. So when I come home for the last time of the day I have made it my habit to lock the door. Last night I unlocked my door, set my stuff down, and then said good bye to Josh (he always gets out of the car and walks me to the door, isn't he sweet?). I then came in and locked my doors. I am very proud of myself for remembering to lock both bolts and go to bed feeling safe and happy with myself. This morning I was leaving and began searching for my keys. I looked everywhere. Finally I decided to see if I had left them in the car (this is impossible since I have to unlock the cottage door and the car key is on the same key ring as the house key but I was desperate). Lo and behold what should bang against the door as I first unlock and then open it? My keys. Yes, my keys stayed in the door all night, and my pride at the fact that i had locked the door was gone. Good thing I am in a safe neighborhood and God watches over me. I really need my roommates to look out for me too. Liz, Jenn, and Tolie I miss y'all!

My Life Now

Wow. As I sit back and reflect over the last 3 months so much has happened to me. I went from a place of uncertainity to knowing where I would work to finding a place to live to earning money to survive my first weeks as a poor school teacher. God is so faithful. Through the entire process He has held my hand and guided me. I attended five weddings and managed not to spend them pining for things that are not yet to be. Most recently since coming back to TX from Mexico I did VBS. I felt cheated of all the excitement because I was placed in the nursery with the babies. Six babies ranging from 16mos to 3yrs, four walls, no windows, one bookshelf, one crib, one changing table, and numerous toys in a small contained space. I love teaching and felt a little cooped up. As I was contemplating pleading insanity and not showing up several people (who I might add don't have children in the nursery) thanked me for my ministry to the littlest ones. Then someone mentioned how I should teach them something during those almost 4 hours I have them. So I started reading Bible stories and talking with the kids and saw more teachable moments than I could count. And I found myself having fun. I was really and truly having a blast. I loved playing with the babies and talking with the other nursery workers. Then the week ended and I moved to Marshall. SUnday was a very refreshing time for me. God reaffirmed to me that Marshall was the place He wanted me through the people I talked with and the message in church and the time I spent alone with Him. I am happy here. I am learning to live alone, to budget my time wisely, and to enjoy solitude, which is a little hard for this social creature. I will admit that I am ready for my college friends to come back. I am ready to have people to call and see if they wanna go to WalMart just because we can. But I am content, happy, and at peace with life.

Now if I could just get my classroom the way I want it.