Well, I went on an interview for Carlsbad Schools. I want a part time position, so it may be difficult. Most Districts want full time teachers. Imagine. The real problem is that I can't think when I'm nervous. So, unless the question is something simple, I struggle to think of anything to say. Some people can babble. Nothing comes to my mind. Luckily most of the questions were basic teacher philosophy questions, but they did ask a question on reading instruction that I just had nothing to say about. One lady was falling asleep, and I kept watching her wondering if I should break into a little dance to wake her up. The questions were boring, and I couldn't think of any exciting responses (if any response at all). Anyway, I just decided that I detest interviews. It was just uncomfortable.
We went to a birthday party for the son of Karen's employer, Angela. It was fun and the kids were cute. They had a pinata and the kids wildly gathered candy. They also had little squirt guns. Ryan had his first squirt gun and was loving it, but anytime anyone squirted him, he'd say, "I sorry." Then if they continued, he got more emphatic..."I
sorry!" He was squirting everyone else, of course.
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You know, I think I hate them equally. They are not a strength! But at least with an interview, once you get the job, you hopefully don't have to keep looking for one every few months. Yes, Ryan is huge. Someone asked me if he was 4 today.
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