Starship Amy: Captain's Log
Nov. 11th, 2010 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apple_pathwaysDay 7 of The Cold That Will Not Fucking End.
The lungs have staged a mutiny. God help us all.
UGH! Bronchitis. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in DAYS due to a dry, hacking cough.
On the upside, my students continue to be sweet and adorable. Beau, 13, asked me if I was feeling better when he came in. That's right: A TEENAGED BOY WAS ABLE TO NOTICE AND EXPRESS COMPASSION FOR SOMEONE OTHER THAN HIMSELF! I wanted to hug him.
(Parents and anyone else who works with children will know why this is such a big deal. Kids are, by nature, rather self-centered. I can go for days asking my students how they are, how their day went, what their plans for the weekend are--before one of them will even think to ask me the same. I used to have a student who regularly asked me how I was. (ONE!) I miss her.)
I was asking Maya (also 13) if she had any fun plans for the weekend, and she said reluctantly that she didn't. I assured her that I didn't either, and I'd probably just be laying around coughing and doing homework. She said that this next week for her was going to be a "lady week". At first I didn't think I'd heard her correctly, but she confirmed what I'd heard: "lady week". I wasn't sure if this was something at her school, or some other phenomena I'm unaware of, so I asked for clarification: she said that's what she says when she has her period. ♥♥♥ SO ADORABLE! I don't know why, but that made me smile for the whole time I was cleaning up to go home.
I am definitely going to be saying "I'm having my lady week" from now on!
ETA: my first Nerds-induced coughing fit of the evening did not stop me from finishing the box. Now excuse me while I scrape my lungs up off the floor...
The lungs have staged a mutiny. God help us all.
UGH! Bronchitis. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in DAYS due to a dry, hacking cough.
On the upside, my students continue to be sweet and adorable. Beau, 13, asked me if I was feeling better when he came in. That's right: A TEENAGED BOY WAS ABLE TO NOTICE AND EXPRESS COMPASSION FOR SOMEONE OTHER THAN HIMSELF! I wanted to hug him.
(Parents and anyone else who works with children will know why this is such a big deal. Kids are, by nature, rather self-centered. I can go for days asking my students how they are, how their day went, what their plans for the weekend are--before one of them will even think to ask me the same. I used to have a student who regularly asked me how I was. (ONE!) I miss her.)
I was asking Maya (also 13) if she had any fun plans for the weekend, and she said reluctantly that she didn't. I assured her that I didn't either, and I'd probably just be laying around coughing and doing homework. She said that this next week for her was going to be a "lady week". At first I didn't think I'd heard her correctly, but she confirmed what I'd heard: "lady week". I wasn't sure if this was something at her school, or some other phenomena I'm unaware of, so I asked for clarification: she said that's what she says when she has her period. ♥♥♥ SO ADORABLE! I don't know why, but that made me smile for the whole time I was cleaning up to go home.
I am definitely going to be saying "I'm having my lady week" from now on!
ETA: my first Nerds-induced coughing fit of the evening did not stop me from finishing the box. Now excuse me while I scrape my lungs up off the floor...
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Date: 2010-11-12 06:11 am (UTC)