Teaching

On Monday I got the last of my paperwork done and watched the super old training videos (on VHS) so I could be cleared to sub.  When I was done with all that, I went around to the schools to introduce myself, and everyone seemed pretty happy to see me.  In fact, they asked me if I could work the next morning, so on Tuesday I got to substitute for the PE assistant at East Elementary, which is K-1st grade.  That was probably the best way to start out, honestly.  I got to meet all the kiddos, I didn't get stuck with one group all day, and I wasn't even the teacher, I was just assisting, so I didn't have to do anything for real.  It was pretty sweet.  We only had one child completely melt down and cry so much that he left a puddle on the floor, so I would consider it a success.
I did discover one very amusing thing.  Tiny Texans' accents are so much funnier than adult Texans!  They're all these little babies running around with the thickest drawls I have ever heard.  One said "I was fixin' to tell her that!" and it cracked me up.  I don't think I've heard a 7 year old say they were "fixin" to do anything.  They all sound like Honey Boo Boo.  It's pretty great.  But the gym floor is concrete, and my feet were killing me by the end of the day.  I think I pulled a muscle in my left foot, or something, because it has been sore for two weeks, now, and after I got off work and picked up Jesse, we went to WalMart, and it popped and it hurt so bad I thought I had just ripped my foot in half.  But then it was fine and wasn't sore or anything, until I went running this morning and now it's back.  I don't understand it.  It's not even like I got new shoes, or anything...The shoes I run in are either my trainers that I got last year, or my old running shoes that I've been running in for 5 years and never had a problem with.  Maybe that's the problem...They are getting pretty old.  My toes almost fall out of them.
But anyway.  I thought I had a toddler class this morning at 11:45, and then a FunJam class at 4:30, but it turns out that my toddler class was at 1:15 and then FunJam is at 4, which was confusing, but that's a long story.  It's Homecoming week and everyone is confused, especially cheer people who are planning the parade and all that jazz.  So I went to Party Planet at 1:00, was shown where all the smoothie stuff is and how to sign people up and stuff, if need be, and then nobody showed up.  That wasn't very surprising, though, because there was only one signed up and she's in 2nd grade, so she couldn't have been there for the morning class anyway.  They must have checked the wrong box and meant the later one.  So hopefully I will have at least two tonight, but you never know, because it's homecoming.  I guess I will just have to wait and see.
I left my lights on this morning again (I know...it's bad.  I even thought about it as I was parking and still somehow managed to not shut them off), so my car was dead, so I had to jump it before I went into town, but I guess the drive in wasn't enough to charge it.  When I tried to leave, my car was dead again, so Jesse had to come over in the company car and jump it.  But while I was waiting for him I danced around in the gym, and oh my goosey hoover, it is so much fun to dance on those springy floors!  I love it!  It was all big, and bouncy and stuff....super awesome.  I should have just told Jesse not to worry about it and stayed and danced by myself for two and a half hours.  But it's probably better.  I probably would have gotten some wild idea to teach myself how to back handspring again, and then broken my neck and nobody would have had any idea until 4:00.  And my foot was hurting, because I am a baby.
So hopefully I will have some kids tonight, but if not, maybe I will get to learn how to tumble for real....but probably not, because Stan Carstons has a Tahoe that we need to look at.