domnicella

I was chosen to read a book to a group of kindergarten kids tomorrow. Only problem is, the book they chose for me is something I wouldnt like to read. Its all black and white and its like 2 books in one. You have to flip the book to keep reading, which Im dreading because I dont know how to act with it. Kids might have this huge question mark above their heads once they hear me read..Ive done it before and was successful, just hope I get the nerves to get into it and get them to participate. If I ever plan on being a teacher, I should already start working at it.

Kids=intimidation...the smaller the worse it gets.
They are so brutally honest, its scary.

I hate work when Im rushed to do last minute um er uh work. I had this flustered look on me and people asked if I was ok. I was a tad annoyed because working under pressure, lets say I do not like. I did whatever I can. And with this, I have to be up way early to get there on time and have breakfast with the other readers and mingle. I think If I had to read for Craig's(aka hot teach) class, Id die. Nah Id keep my cool and act like a pro, but thankfully I didnt get his class. Mr. D is looking good too although he probably thinks I hate him cause I dont greet people my age, dunno why Im weird but he does it anyway. Guess, he's ok with me because of our funny occurances, where we just always bump into each other and I always end up looking like a fool. (Naughty thoughts in work scenario)omg.

Woohoo...left my pay at work.


Im pondering, what is life all about?
Whats our purpose here on this good ol earth?
Do evil people exist, especially over seas?
Can old losers pass off as young folks and have cliques?
Does everyone have a facade that they display to some stupid stranger but in reality they are a poor soul who doesnt have a shred of integrity in them, but need to act all tough just to be right with the world?
Does maturity come with age cause if so, I havent witnessed it yet.
Dont you hate when people make your private business public
so that they can feel like the bigger person?

I hate deep thoughts and I dont drive myself crazy with utter b.s,..thought Id make fun at how some people write in their journals.

The fog was sooooooooooo bad, I couldnt see where I was walking. It was amusing.