Sometimes...(The Teaching Edition)

...my students say ridiculous things. Like when I ask them where Berlin is and I get answers such as South Korea, Russia, Britain, the United States, France... you get the picture.

...I collect students. As in I let my boys go get a drink or walk around a little bit for a break and they bring back friends. And then the coaches get grouchy because I have a big group of students in my room and the other tutors don't have as many.

...when I use the nickname LBJ for President Lyndon B. Johnson my students think that I mean Lebron James and call the President 'The King' for the rest of class.

...I have to bribe my kids with Scooby snacks. Yes, I'm talking about the fruit snacks with the face of Scooby-Doo. They work.

...I feel tiny. Seriously. All of these guys are huge and there's short little me in the middle of all of them, jumping around trying to get them to pay attention.

...I enjoy writing on my board. Even when I spell things wrong.

...My guys talk about Blue Bell ice cream and I spend the rest of the day craving it.

...I can't understand what my southern guys say because their accents are so thick. I love it.

and last but not least,

...when Beth (the director of the study hall) tells the boys to split into groups of 2 and pick a tutor, I end up with 5 guys standing next to me all claiming that I am THEIR tutor.

I love my job. 

Reason #1272 why I love my job...

Because yesterday whilst tutoring a fabulous football player

I was able to relate hierarchical government 

to

FOOTBALL.

And it was epic.

After doing so, it was amazing to watch his face as he understood and I was once again reminded why I love to teach.

The Weekend Update...

Yes. That is a completely obvious and blatant reference to Seth Myers and Saturday Night Live. I won't lie to you. Anyway. It is Sunday night, so this isn't much of a weekend update, but I liked the title. My weekend completely lived up to all and any expectations. There were naps. There was a temple trip. And yes, my friends, there was even a little Shia LaBeouf (via Transformers and Disturbia) in my weekend. Looking back on it, I'd call it a success. My team even won...Which almost didn't happen. I need to have a talk with those Ute football players. Almost losing to Air Force is UNACCEPTABLE. (Though I'm positive that Coach Whitt is a whole lot scarier than I am, so maybe I'll let him give them the talking to and I'll just stand behind him and nod, with my arms folded across my chest and a scowl on my face). There were even a few unexpected surprises some of which included: dinner at my aunt's house, a movie night with girls in my ward and a visit from a friend who lives in Orem. All in all, I'm sad to see my weekend ebb away and my week begin again...that is until I remember that I get to go to Karlie's class and help out with their Halloween parade. I even get to dress up. If you haven't read Percy Jackson you will have no idea who I am though. And that means that you're not cool and you misread the requirements of being my friend. Better jump on that one.

Here's to Looking at a Weekend...

...filled with this:

and a little of this....

Hopefully a little of this....

and a whole lot of this...

And if I'm really lucky, maybe even a bit of this....

Don't you just love Fridays?