I Messed with Texas
Six or seven years ago I bought a gray T-shirt. The shirt has a few gun shots scattered with the words 'I messed with Texas' written across the front. Though I swore up and down when I bought the shirt that it would never return to its homeland, I made sure I wore that shirt as I crossed the border into Texas.
Brandon rode with me in my Colorado-granola, Subaru wagon all the way from Denver through Kansas, Oklahoma and Texas to James's house down here in Houston. With James and his four girls out of town for the month of August, I was pretty lonely those first few days not really knowing anyone. But thanks to the friendly members of the single's ward, the teachers I work with, and my awesome friends and family I've been able to keep busy and keep my spirits up.
So tonight I am on the eve of my first day of school as a Student Teacher at Teague Middle School teaching US History to 8th graders. Teague is a more diverse school than I ever went to or even observed so I am in for a new experience and I'm getting excited! I'll do my best to keep this blog updated and not too dull. Wish me luck.
P.S. I wish I had a cute new first-day-of-school outfit so I could take a picture in front of the fireplace posing with my backpack and lunchbox like I used to when I was in 3rd grade. Maybe next year.
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We miss you!!!
I can send you 'monkey' if you need her.. and your blanky... :)
I am proud of you Hon! You can handle everything that comes your way!!!
Love you,
Mom