You know it's gonna be a good night when your last kid at work leaves at 5:35. Getting out 25 minutes early is the bomb. Yes, I just called it the bomb. In my head I said the bomb-diggity, so count your blessings.
Work is good, paychecks are good, kids are good. But getting out early is like a little piece of heaven, floating down and gently resting on my shoulder, whispering in my ear that "Yes! Life is good!" But then I go home to homework and a study date with my Chem book for a test tomorrow, but let's not focus on that...
This one little girl at work is, I swear, the cutest little kindergardener there ever was. I told everyone that last year too, but I haven't see him since MAY, and anyways he'd be in first grade now. (BTW I miss my Mayflower kids. I think I'm gonna visit them soon. I might regret it later, but, oh well.) Anyways, she's so cute. And presh. She always needs to go the bathroom, but if someone doesn't go with her, she's known to be found coming out of the boys, having no clue she went in the wrong one. And then when I play "soccer" with her (she plays goalie and I always let her get it) she gets so excited. You really have to meet her to see how precious she is. Today, I told her to stay away from this one tree, but then a few minutes later, when her dad came, there she was: up a pine tree, yelling "Daddy! Daddy! I'm a tree!" with the biggest grin on her face. And she's 5. I'm probably too much of a wimp to climb a tree now, let alone when I was 5.
There's a ton of cute kids, and I'll probably post their hilarious quotes every once and a while, also. Just for an example, cause they seriously do crack me up, last week one girl, named Sydney, and I were playing "soccer." For some strange reason, she never missed one of my kicks. She was getting a little proud of her awesome goalie-skills and exclaimed, "I am so good at being goalie! It's cause I've been practicing with my dad since I was like five!" I, acting awestruck, said, "Wow! That's impressive! How old are you now?" She shrugged her shoulders, "Five."
That's kids for you, and that's my story of the day.
my name is carlisa cramer. i'm seventeen years old, just trying to figure things out, y'know. a senior in high school. a lover of piano, of writing, of reading, of kids, and of an endless amount of things. i love fairytales and american idol and my church. i work with kids and i love seeing the strength that it takes to be a kid in these times. i've gone through a lot to find the friends that i have, and i love them. basically, i'm carli.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Long Time No See
So, my friends, it has been a long time. It's so hard to make time, especially when I don't have convenient school laptops at my disposal...but I do now! So, hopefully there will more frequent updates. Speaking of updates, one of my last posts I was freaking out about Pre-Calculus and keeping my 4.0. I did it, folks. I only have this one semester left that I have to keep my 4.0 and then I'll be valedictorian! I can't believe it's so close. My speech will probably be amusing, to tell you the truth. "Erm...Once a Maverick.. uh.. Always a M-m-maverick." That'll be me. Picture those words coming out of my mouth with my face beet RED. Sad story.
Anyways, I've been thinking about my future a lot. Where I want to go to school. What I want to major in. What I want to do after college. It's all so intimidating. And it's all so close. SO. CLOSE. We're talking months. I'll be 18 in 10 months. College right after that. Ahhhh. Someone figure out my life for me, please and thank you. Once you do that, you can contact me through Facebook, text, email, calls. Anything.
Just kidding.
(But, not really)
Anyways, I've been thinking about my future a lot. Where I want to go to school. What I want to major in. What I want to do after college. It's all so intimidating. And it's all so close. SO. CLOSE. We're talking months. I'll be 18 in 10 months. College right after that. Ahhhh. Someone figure out my life for me, please and thank you. Once you do that, you can contact me through Facebook, text, email, calls. Anything.
Just kidding.
(But, not really)
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