No Posts???

So I just noticed that none of my posts from this month actually. . .um. . .posted. Which is probably for the best, since some of them were posts you probably would not hav wanted to read.

To sum them up: Jess has been getting in touch with her naughty side, too much of a paycheck going toward alcohol, too many mornings waking up with strange men in the house, and too many bars.

And that paragraph sounded way worse than the earlier posts. Oh well, too much trouble to fix it.

A few updates of quick scenes from my school that help you see what it's like to teach in NYC:

Principal: Ms, may I speak to you for a moment?
Me: Sure. What's up?
Principal: I need you to rearrange your students based on Spanish speaking ability.
Me: Um. . .I already did that.
Principal: YOu only gave me four names to change. That's not enough.
Me: those are the only students who need to be changed to 801.
Principal: Find more students to change.
Me: Um. . .okay. . .

Ms. E: Excuse me. Excuse me, teacher!
Me: Yes?
Ms E: I need to borrow two of your students right now.
Me: They're taking a test. THey need to stay here.
Ms E: Only for a few minutes. Sade and Taray, come here.
Me: seethe. . .
TWO HOURS LATER
Me: Excuse me, Ms. E, I need to borrow three of your students.
MS E: I am in the middle of my class.
Me: This will just take a minute. Adam, Camelia, Jovan, I need to speak to you in the hall for a moment.
ACJ: What's up, miss?
Me: Nothing. Having fun in Ms. E's class?
ACJ: No. We hate her.
Me: Here, let's go get a drink from the pop machine downstairs.

Girls: OMG! Miss! Miss! Who's that in the hallway?
Me: That's Mr. Nerenberg. He teaches theater.
Girls: OMG, he looks like Patrick Dempsey.

Ms. M: Do you have kids, Ms. Delaney?
Me: Choking on sandwich. . .

Principal: I"ll be giving out professional period instructions. Ms. Delaney, you'll be a teacher mentor
Me: Um. . .it's my first year.
Principal: I'm aware that you are new to the school, but you're still one of our more veteran teachers.
Me: No. . .it's my first year. I've never taught. I'm supposed to GET a mentor, not be one.
Principal: Oh. Really?



But I love the kids, I love the staff, and I mostly like the job. So silly anecdotals like those above. . .they just ad to the charm, right?

Now, let's see if this one actually posts.

Guinea Pigs!

I got two guinea pigs, and they are ADORABLE. Elphy and Nessa. My roommate came up with the names. I give her props.

And nothing else is happening. I'm going to get a tattoo next weekend and I'm even more deeply in love with my happily married AP. Poo.

Moving in to October

Wow, is it really October already? Have I really be in NY for almost four months?
Wow.

Life's been getting better here as I've been making friends and finding the ins and outs of the area. Last weekend was. . .special. Went out Friday night with a bunch of the other young teachers from my school and. . .yeah, that's really all that needs to be said. Saturday I had a college board conference ALL DAY LONG, but it was okay, because I got to stare at my hot AP the entire time. I sat next to him. It was glorious.

Saturday night just barhopped a bit, and then Sunday went apple picking. Apple picking!

Also, I have decided that boys are the most confusing, overrated thing ever. And how do I keep finding ones that want to become priests?!?!?!?!?

And that is all that I really have to say. Except that I was disappointed by the Ugly Betty season premiere, enjoy the Office, and was pretty ambivalent toward Grey's Anatomy.