Sickness Sent By The Devil

I absolutely and completely HATE being sick! Maybe it is because I never get sick, so when I do it is really bad. However, the common cold has no purpose in our lives what so ever. I believe that it was sent as a curse on us from the the devil. Really, all it does is make us miserable. We get headaches, stuffy noses, runny noses, and lose our voices. It is so very annoying. I think at this moment I would wish that there was no such thing as a cold. I feel like I am dying. Dying a slow, painstaking death that I simply have to watch myself go through. It is terrible.

Internship Journal #2

These past two weeks have been very different than the first few days I was there. However, it is still rather hard. I think that because I am the same age and go to the same school, it is hard for the students to accept me as their teacher for that period. On Wednesday I had to take over the class because there was a sub. The students did not really seem too comfortable with that. I am still trying to figure out how to get to that point. Maybe it will just come in time, or maybe there is something that I need to be doing differently. I am not quite sure. Students aside, I am really enjoying my time there. I have been learning so much and am always so excited to go the next day. There is always something for me to be doing. I love being in this atmosphere and being apart of something that helps me so much. I feel like I have been able to make a much better connection with both the teachers. Comfort with them is defiantly coming faster then comfort with the students is. It sometimes gets tricky because I may feel like I know something, but I have to come up with questions anyways. I am always amazed to find that even though I thought I knew, I will always learn something. But I have had to really push my self to get there.

In both periods there have been some students that have been talking when they are not supposed to be, or when I am talking. I would much rather let them talk, and have them think I am the “cool” teacher. However, I know that I need to enforce the rules the same way the regular teacher would. Every time I have had to ask a student to stop talking or get them back on task it puts me out of my comfort zone. Hopefully that feeling will pass in time, and it will come easy to me. When I see my teachers do it, it looks so easy. I know now that it’s not that way. I really have to assert my self and not let them walk all over me.

Jingle Bells, Winter Smells

I am a girl who absolutely adores the summer. So, naturally, I despise the winter. I loath being cold and having to trudge through the snow. Now don't get me wrong, I very much enjoy Christmas. But, that is for another day. Today, I am simply expressing my hate for winter. Everything is just so wet, damp, and groggy. Every one you talk to either has a stuffy nose, a runny nose, or a cough. Because every single person you come in contact with has some sort of illness, there is no saving your self. It must be some law some where that every winter you must get sick once. It never fails either. Go ahead and try to stay well, but I promise you that you will get a seed of that infectious disease known as "The Cold". There are some good things about winter...I guess. Things like snowboarding, skiing and sledding. However, I do not find pleasure in any of these things. First, I tried skiing once, and it was a horrifying experience. Second, I can not ever get into sledding because I don't like getting soaked by all that snow. And last, well I can't fully speak for snowboarding yet seeing as how I have not gone yet. My boyfriend, Michael, is supposed to take me this year. I will have to write about my "punishment" after I do that. Untill then, however, I will remain an anti-snow..woman, and stay faithful to my dear summer.

The Tragedy/ Comedy of the Chocolate

So, for Christmas last year my dad got me a brand new Chocolate. I fell in love with that phone! It was the best phone ever. It was red, sleek, and shiny. I worshiped that phone. However, I was horrified to find out that one of the prongs in the charger port had gotten bent so it would not take the charge. Since I am not on Verizon (I have Cricket and just got it flashed) there was nothing they could do to fix it. My poor chocolate was going to die right there in my hands and there was nothing I could do to save it. My other problem was that if my Chocolate died then I would be left without a phone. Lucky for me, my old phone still worked...for the most part. Yes it could call and yes it could text. That is basically all you need right? Well, there is one other thing you need, and that is a battery. My phone had a battery, but it lasted maybe two hours if I just let it sit there. At least it was a phone though, and at least I wasn't paying a bill for a turned off phone. So there I was with a brick phone that pretty much only served as a paper weight. One terrible day, I got angry. No, that is not the terrible part. What happened to make it so was that I could not control my anger. I decided that my phone was trying to hurt me and I threw it in my rage. The battery popped off which I assumed it would. When I went to pick it up and put it back together I noticed a small, black, speaker looking thing. It took me a few seconds, but I realized that speaker belonged in my phone. It seems I had cast out my speaker in a blind rage. Instead of being angry at my mom, I was so upset with my self. I had a brick that could sometimes call and text. Now all I had was a brick that maybe would stay alive enough for a text. I came to the conclusion that it was time to get a new phone. So I started looking on KSL. I wanted another Chocolate more than anything, but all the ones I found were too expensive. So, I settled on a pink and black Samsung. I went to the mall to flash it to Cricket. I was so excited to finally have a phone back. The next day I called, they said they had spent three hours trying to flash it but it would not take the flash. I was crushed like a kid on Christmas that only gets coal. Back to KSL I went, ever ever searching. Finally I found it! My version on Chocolate, white and only 40 dollars. Dang! If only it were 30, then it would be mine. I made the call that change my cell phone less fate. The lady was really quite friendly, and I was able to get her to lower her price to 30. Yes, success! I was ecstatic and thrilled. We met up on a Saturday morning, and today I got it all set up. No more is Shey Reynolds a brick cell phone girl. Man, it feels good to be free!

Cars, Cars, Cars.... Oh Boy Cars

Cars drive me crazy!!! I am not talking about the cute Disney movie; I mean my car. It is killing me. All the problems that need fixing and the money that allows those to get fixed... I just can not keep up. Luckily I have my amazing father who really never lets me down. He bought me my car as my very late sixteenth birthday present with the agreement that I would take care of the "bills" after that. So far the only thing I have paid for is my gas. (And that's enough to break the bank I swear). Yes, there has been plenty to fix, but every time my dad has taken my place at the plate and hit a home run for me.
Some days I do wish I had a nicer car. My boyfriend has a 2000 white Camaro with some very nice accessories, and his car makes me quite jealous. However, I really appreciate my little Nissan Altima. She has really pulled through and been there for me. Sure she has her problems, but the Camaro does to. It seems to me that the problems on the Camaro are more expensive than my problems on the Altima. I know I should not complain. At least I have a car when some don't. At least my car works and is not just sitting in my drive way. Even though my car has stuggles and gives me a massive head ache, I still love it and will continue to take the best of care for it.

Internship Journal #1

I have had a great experience these past few days. A lot of what I am doing is what I expected but I never thought I would feel the things I do. The first day was the most nerve racking. I was so scared although I am not sure why. I was introduced as Miss. Reynolds and did a few odd end things like running to get things or taking role. I sometimes find it a little frustrating that I do jobs that maybe a teachers aid would do. When I feel that way, I step back and realize that that is part of the process and I need to accept it. I have made a very good connection with the first teacher, Ruth, but it has been much harder to feel that same way with Sari. I find that Ruth is egger to show me something or tell me how she does things. However I have to push my self with Sari. She is much more passive and I have to ask all the questions and ask for things to do. Because it is a studio class there is a lot of work time, so I have to fill up my time with something. I do think it is still fun. I have learned a lot from both teachers, even if I am asking all the questions. I hope that I will be able to be good at the things I am taking over. I also hope that the students will get more comfortable with me being there. I am sure that they are still not quite used to it.

My work place is quite messy because they are both art studio class rooms. That does make it hard for me to know how to dress. There is a lot of work time which I like and don’t like at the same time. It is nice to be able to walk around the class room and talk to the kids, answer any questions, or just observe them. Also, work time is a great time to talk to the teacher about any questions I have for them. I take notes and while they are teaching a lesson I may jot something down and ask them about it when they are done. It is hard for me to get comfortable in my work place simply because it is my school and these are students my age. I really enjoy being in that situation, however weird that may seem. I like the challenge of getting out of my comfort zone. I am so used to working with little kids because of all my little brothers and sisters; I need the experience of working with teens.

Among the Hidden by Margaret Peterson Haddix

This is a very moving book. Among the Hidden is a book about a time in the close future when our country became too poor. The president came up with a law that stated that families were only allowed to have two children per family. This way there would be enough food to go around so no one would starve. Even though this law was in place, there were still families that went a head and had more than two. Most only had one more, but a few had two extra. The children that were born after the first two were called shadow children. Mothers had to give birth to them in their homes as not to be found out. The family could never talk about their secret brother or sister and the shadow child could never leave home. In this book, the first in the series, the story focuses on a boy named Luke and his fight to freedom. Now, I know this sounds like a depressing book; sometimes it is. However, with the way that it is written, you get so wrapped up in the story that you don't notice the sadness. Instead you cheer him on as he crosses the field for the first time. You anticipate what will happen between him and Jen, and you grieve with him when he hears the news of her death. You feel for the character. Often I would find my self wondering what I would do in his situation, I don't have an answer. The book ends with Luke leaving home, under a fake I.D., to join an all boys school. A suspenseful ending that goes hand in hand with the rest of the book.