What broke my day: Naps that turn into sleeping. I love naps, don't get me wrong, but yesterday I was feeling the intense need for a nap at around 6, so I went to bed intending to wake up in an hour or two, stay up until 11 or 12, and then go to bed. Well, fast forward four hours and I woke up. Yeah....it was really confusing to go to sleep with it being light, and then waking up and it being dark. I knew I couldn't fall asleep again (probably) and that led to me stressing out about going to bed, not sleeping, and then being extremely tired and cranky for my 6 and a half hour work the next day, which afterwards I was planning on going out for some fun with friends. I think what made me not like my extended nap was that I woke up more tired, cranky and hungry. I didn't like the confusion. I didn't like feeling lazy. And I most definitely didn't like the fact that I had to go to bed again in an hour. I think part of my problem was that I woke up dehydrated and hungry because I had slept right through dinner. Anyways, eating dinner and chugging water at 10 o'clock at night wasn't the best part of my day to stay the least. I feel like everyone has those rare occasions where they meant to take a nap, and then they woke up the next morning instead. So I know I'm not alone, it happens. But it was obviously my body that told me to sleep, and I mean I could have probably not woken up and just slept through the night which would have made me 10 times more confused, kind of like an amnesia patient. Alas, Because of the nap, and the fact that I really needed to try and go to bed, I didn't write last night. This means that I am officially a failure in the blogosphere for not writing, but oh well, you win some you lose some.
What made my day: Well, yesterday was crazy. I teach Sunday school during the summer at my church, and you can sign up in three week blocks of time. I signed up for two, three-week blocks for the same class, and I love them (the kids I mean). But it was my last Sunday teaching, and the kids were not so cooperative in their lesson. First of all they liked my helper, a ninth grade boy, better than me. We had two criers, one of which ended up having to go back to mommy and daddy to avoid screamfest 2010: part 2. On top of that, during lesson time we were learning that God can do anything, and I asked one boy, Issac, whether he had ever fallen of his bike, or fallen while running and scraped his knee. The answer: never. Okay, great. Well moving on, I asked a little girl, Kylie whether she had ever gotten sick. Nope. No one in the class would admit that they had ever been sick. This made it very difficult, because now I had to decide whether or not to broach the subject of lying. But something during this period made all the difficultness worth it. One of my regular kids, Zander, wasn't coming to class because he was getting baptized. As I was running around, getting all the supplies ready before class, I passed him and his mom by the college student board(featuring moi). As I walked past he pointed to a picture and told his mommy, "That's my teacher." It was me. The fact that he recognized me as his teacher, even though he has had two other teachers other than me over the course of the summer, the fact that he thought of me as a teacher, and just not a body, made me smile. It was good knowing that he viewed me as someone to respect and recognize, it gave me a title. A title, of someone that is important in ones life, and instrumental to their learning. Being a teacher definitely made my day.
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