Another Type of Post

I decided that since my posting has been a little-cough-negative as of late, I would write a more thoughtful post. Instead of smearing my irritation and discontent across the Internet, I will attempt to write down a serious, rational, somewhat pleasant thought or two.

I went to see the Joseph Smith movie last night. The whole movie is amazing, but there was one part in particular that caught my attention. Before Emma sees Joseph for the first time, she says, "Even if I did want to get married, mother, I wouldn't fish in shallow water." She was remarking about all the possible beaus who crossed her path, and she found them all particularly shallow. This week I went on a date with someone we graduated with--I won't name names or go into particulars, but suffice it to say, he was pretty shallow. When I heard Emma say that, I thought to myself, "Hey, me too!" I'd rather go on one date in a lifetime with a deep water man than a hundred shallow water dates. I know you have to go through the shallows to get to the deep water, but I am determined to wade through the shallows to the deep and not pick up the first shallow fish I find. This little bit of enlightenment will sustain me for a little bit.

This summer will be quite delightful. Not that I'm anxious to get to it or anything. The Genetics Learning Center offers an amazing teachers' class during the summer, and it is my goal to go and get some credits while having some fun. I was meaning to find a job, but I think Dr. Gardner will let me work some hours during the summer, and that will be enough.

Let's see . . . what else? I get evaluated on the first of February. One of the assistant principals is coming in to my B3 class. I'm really not all that nervous, but I suppose I should step up my game a little bit. I am SO looking forward to next year when I don't have to plan lessons every night. I'll improve the lessons I already have, change some things up, but at least I'll have the basic framework. I'm just happy to hear things like, "Next year, Haylee, why don't you . . ." and "We'll get that next year . . ." and "How many zoo/bot classes should we plan on next year, Haylee." Hallelujah, I have a job next year!

Michelle Ormond told me something funny. We were eating lunch in the faculty room, and she said, "Mr. Reese told me one thing I was to make sure happened for you, Haylee."

"What?" I inquired, anxious to hear my idol's advice.

"He told me to make sure you got married."

I laughed, "Why would he say that?"

"Because he knew you'd spend all your time at school if you could, and he knew it'd be hard for you to have a social life, especially this first year."

A half of a tear came out of my eye. Mr. Reese cared about me and my life.

"Well, you're not doing a very good job so far," I teased.

We all had a good laugh.

So I think that's it. I hope that was a little bit more pleasant of a post. Bless the heavens for Sunday!