As I've told you, I'm in the Early Childhood Education Program at a particular college which I won't mention.
For the first block (first semester, junior year--and trust me, it differs for everyone. For example, I'm just now a junior in the later-part of the year..) the school sets you up into two different grades. Somewhere between Pre-K and 1st Grade. My first field placement was Pre-K. I could go on and on about those lovely kids. I loved them to death.
Today, however, i started my second part of field placement. It was first grade! The children were older..wiser (just a little!) and still adorable.
I'm falling in love with them and becoming fast friend with them. I'm really bonding with the teacher in this first grade class moreso than I was with the teacher in Pre-K. Although, I really like the teacher in Pre-K. This new teacher is so wonderful. She's been teaching 11 years..and oh my god if it doesn't seem like it. She still seems like a fresh, full-of-ideas, exciting teacher! I want to be like her.
I'm really difficult about opening up to people...but I did so immediately with her. It's wundervar.

Well..I'm really really sane and in control right now. I honestly feel a heck of a lot better than I have for the past two years. Oh man. I only get this feeling when I come off of the BCP. I was on Nortrel 1/35. I was so fucking moody. It was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with myself. Now, granted, I still have some times when I think the hormones are trying to work themselves out..but overall..I feel like..magic.

..Ugh. Well, with the boyfriend's best-friend thing.. Most of the stress has worked out of me, I think. I only really get so stressed out about things like that when I think --when I know I've dented my boyfriend's relationship with me. I mean, to be honest.. I am just not liking his bestfriend anymore. I love my boyfriend, and I really know that he wants me to get together and be friends with his best friend.. Which is very considerate and sweet of him.. but I like his other bestfriend, better. We'll call this other best friend Scryan Ledbetter. (Dead giveaway, huh? Well, maybe the first name, but there are a lot of those around. I mean..in a family with three sons, atleast one of them is named that!) I hardly see or meet scryan, but I like him. I don't think he likes me too much, but..I like him more than the other bestfriend we'll now call Thurston Howell, III (..the millionaire...and his wife..!). I will not fight with Thurston Howell, III anymore. But also, when I go to talk to my boyfriend about this, I will not prohibit him from seeing Thurston Howell, III, because that would be mean on my part.
Since nobody reads this anyway, but him..I'm going to call my boyfriend Steamy McManMuffin *mrow*. I mean, I wouldn't tell Steamy to stop seeing Thurston, anyway. They've been friends since they punched eachother in the face (Two highschoolers compare arm-reaches, while facing eachother..XD-A story which I love, really, I love it.)

AHAHAHA! I had so much fun thinking up the names Steamy McManMuffin, Thurston Howell, III, and Scryan LedBetter, that I think I forgot what I was typing--oh yeah. The point was, the stress is slowly being worked out of me. I'm slowly forgetting and not intending to come back to this issue again. I mean..I deleted Thurston's number out of my phone, not that I was going to be tempted to text or call him anyway. Peh.

You know something? If I had been any number of years younger than I am, I swear I would've probably man-bashed Thurston Howell, III. in the previous posts. I would've said some mean things. I would've over-embellished and been really angry. Well, I didn't. I didn't notice it at first, but then I just thought about it. I said "I didn't man-bash Thurston Howell, III! There's that maturity working for me!"

You know, maturity is one step under the big-plunge. (aha. You know what those are code-words for! Just kidding. )

I read this new girl's Ana/Mia blog. I don't remember her name, so I won't link it. I mean, I commented..so.. she'll have a link to my blog 'n stuff, if she wants to read it. (No offense to her, I just got lost in my own world when I wrote mine and kind of forgotten her username! I mean..my life's pretty exciting!)
So..I read her blog.. it was her first blog post..yadda yadda. Uhm..Oh yes. I'm obsessively obsessed with food (which is slowly burning itself out of me..I like this whole 'exercise' bit..I mean..it's a heck of a lot more fun than putting the stress of counting carbs, calories, calories from fat, grams of protein, percent of dailor cholestralic intake..OH MY GOD..phew. That was a lot. See? That's a lot to worry about. Stress increases cortisol. Cortisol makes belly fat. Relacore beats Cortisol. You need Relacore!) which is what we probably have in common. An unhealthy obsession with what we eat and when we eat it. Now..I'm not saying make a 'We-Have-Unhealthy-Relationships-With-Food' club. But I'm just sayin'..If she needs some support, I'm here. Relacore. XD

I love Steamy McManMuffin!