Make long, I know;)
My Class? Adorable. They were 16 on the list. A never showed up. Another disappeared into the mist, and it is the computer system who told us where he left off. Finally, just before the first ballot, a relocated and was the only case of "conduct" the most adorable "cases" and I say cute, because the challenge was there, but he was so motivated that it was pleasant to work with him. I now have 13 students, motivated, curious and often very awake. Is not that my students are adorable, Jess?
yes I am busy. I have several meetings (long live the committees, it comes with the 100% task, hihi), catechesis, equipment and class organization. That explains part of the long absence. Add to this the night I'm on MSN a lot, on Twitter (hey yes I succumbed), on the Web for entertainment. The urge to write a blog is then diluted with instant communications, but I've started a few notes, without completing. I also have some opportunities for them to party, and I took advantage.
I m'enlignais to give you news soon.
Except ... this whole story two years ago between my parents farted again in November. Under a new day, any more than the same time. New lighting, new claims, new facts at all the same story. My father is depressed and this is not new ... Many adjustments since November, disappointments, questions and emotions. Too long to explain, but it does not go back over to my birth as my father, there were no pots stuck together because of me. At least that. It hurt these claims, it still hurts, but if it is more that ... at least that. As I said, complicated. And I survive there. I feel better now, but I still survive on certain aspects.
Luckily, I have my class, my colleagues, my school. 8 hours per day of happiness, "certainties" of "stability", adventure, happy events. Sleeping with my class at school before Christmas was magical source of fond memories (and tired, but okay!). My job is just my means of survival. I manage also to spoil me and rest. And I'm talking with friends, I try not to keep it when the new comes. Just once, I do not queue for more talk or write.
So there. Not that I do not have things to tell you, just that I did not initially have the time, then lost interest.
But ... with the stars as the memory of our sleep at school brings me in the eye, although I would make you share the experience. I dare not promise by cons. We'll see.
