The total climbs to forty-five baby
spiders.
This morning I had one of the fifth
grade classes in the lab. I talked with the teacher most of the time
about random stuff. Mostly crafts and hobbies. And her tiny hands.
I think that came up while talking about typing. I had never looked
at her hands before but there were surprisingly small.
While we were talking one of her
students kept asking to get a drink. She was doing it in a overly
nice voice with a smile on her face and it was really creepy. At one
point she mentioned the fact that she was using her nice voice and
not yelling or angry, which made it even creepier. At the moment,
this girl isn't allowed to go to the bathroom or get a drink or go
anywhere else in the school without an adult with her because of some
accusations regarding one of the kindergarteners that the police are
currently investigating. It is sad, partly because it is obvious
things happened to this fifth grader, but it is even more sad that
she did these things to the kindergartener and the kindergartener's
younger sister, because the kindergartener is so sweet and innocent.
While the fifth grader is big and mean.
Both second grade classes came in
next and nothing eventful happened. The first class had three
student teachers and they always spend their time wandering around
the lab, like sharks unable to stop. So I just stand back.
When I wasn't doing work things I
worked on school things. I read through and made comments on my
group member's paper for our group project. I learned that Word has
a comment feature where you can highlight stuff in the document,
click on “add comment” or whatever it says, and then a column
pops up to the right of the document, with a line to the highlighted
bit, and you can write a comment. That is pretty handy. Shortly
after finishing that I learned that we don't have a discussion post
this week for that class. So I'm technically done. That would have
been nice to know before I read those chapters last night but
learning knew things is good for the brain I suppose.
This afternoon I filled out four
surveys, one for each of my professors, one about the program in
general, and a short one regarding my group members. I also went
through my reflective journal and made the edits my mom pointed out.
I could turn that in now but I want to read over it one more time.
As soon as it is turned in then I will be done with everything for
the semester. I feel relieved. Unless something horrible happens in
the next couple of days, I will have successfully completed my first
semester of graduate school.
I also had the other fifth grade
class in the lab and I spent the whole time talking to that teacher
about random stuff, mostly food related. We talked about how strange
it is that the thought of having ice cream made from human milk is
really gross, yet people readily eat products made from cow's milk.
And drink cow's milk. Along with milk from other cows. I'm in the
same boat where milk from an animal sounds way more appealing that a
human's milk, even though I don't drink either, but that is so
strange. Very backwards.
Tonight was Chipotle night and my
burrito was again huge this week. It was also good but not great.
The rice was way too salty. That happens occasionally with the white
rice but this is the first time I have experienced it with the brown
rice.
I texted the new volunteer kid to
see if he could hang out tonight because tomorrow night is my mom's
birthday but I never heard back from him. No surprise there. He
turns eighteen the Friday after next and then I think he'll
officially be out of the system and my responsibilities will be over.
Or maybe that whole process takes awhile. He's only my second kid
and the first to age out of the system. It will be a learning
experience. It usually takes awhile to get another case but I don't
think I'm going to start another one if it is offered because the
beginning of a case is always time consuming. Going around and
meeting everyone and reading through the file and getting to know the
kid. With one day off a week from work and schoolwork on top of
that, I don't feel like I could give a new case the kind of attention
it needs. We'll see how I'm feeling though. Maybe if it is a
younger kid. I'm kind of over teenagers. Especially ones that I
can't get to talk to me.
After dinner I started going through
the channels on the TV that we actually get so I can match them up
with the ones I got online. That is going to be a long process. It
took me forever going through the seventy-eight Sirius XM channels.
So much typing. But I'm getting there. Maybe in another week or
three.
I emailed my grandma back tonight
about the Brussels sprouts. I didn't mention anything about the
house auction that my sister told me about tonight. She apparently
made less the $300 which is absolutely ridiculous. One of the
couches, which was dated but was practically brand new because it was
treated really well, sold for $8. And the really nice dressers were
well under $100 each. My grandma feels sick about it all, my sister
feels bad, and I feel bad. It all comes down to miscommunication and
most of that is due to my aunt intentionally interfering with things
because she didn't want my grandma to bring more stuff down to her
house. Or so we assume. My grandma said had she known that we
wanted more of the furniture she would have let us have it. And we
didn't say anything about it because we wanted her to get more money
in the auction. It was all of our faults for thinking the auction
was going to be a legitimate thing. There should have been minimum
prices on things but it seems like they started the bidding at
pennies and worked their way up. On top of all of that my grandma
got three bills for the adds the auction company placed. One was for
$700. So my grandma basically got robbed and is having to pay the
thief. I'm just glad we got out all of the stuff she and my grandpa
made. That is the important stuff.