My Friends Don't Think I Match.

Whoa, end of the first week: it was nuts- I am exhausted. My feet hurt. I don't want to do anything on this fine Friday night except eat the torte that I made (as an attempt at brownies...) and maybe go to sleep in 25 minutes. We'll see.


But it was incredible. I am going to be doing what I love... this much is apparent now, and I am teaching a content that I think is horribly boring (sorry, Paul)- rocks, weather, geography... I don't really care, but I do care about my 155 kids that spend 1/8 of their school day in my classroom.

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"Ms. Schmidt"
"Yes, LaKitra"
"ooooooh- she knows your name!"
"I know your name too, MarQuan, so you better watch out."
(giggles)
"Ms. Schmidt, you crazy, thats TyJuan."
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"Who dat?"
"Ohh, her? Dat's Smiles. Ms. Loeffler treating you ok, Smiles?"
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And, my personal favorite of the week:

"Ms. Schmidt, I like your outfit today. Well, actually I liked your outfit yesterday, I just forgot to tell you."
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Really? Does that transfer over until the next day? Either way, I'll take it. I'm not used to people complimenting my clothes. In fact, these are the usual clothing comments that I receive:

'Nicole, can I borrow some socks... but like, normal colors, nothing bright.'
"Do I usually wear bright socks?"
"Well, you're just like me, you just seem to pick things and put them on. Only, most of my things are neutral."
Who knew?


I compliment my kids too... they have a dress code (solid navy, khaki, or white tops and bottoms), but can wear whatever shoes they want. Which is why most of them have super colorful or bright shoes. One big personality wears multiple pairs of socks, all showing his Nike swoosh. I'm not cool enough to pull that off. In fact, they all think that I have "lame" shoes. But I'm cool, at least. Well, sort of cool. Today someone actually warned me to not "get all gangsta on him."