Well, apparently this blog is turning into a monthly thing...oops. However, it's been a really good month and relatively stress free. One weekend that sticks out is when my friend Danielle came to visit. I gave her the grand tour of my apartment and then of the school. She was surprised at how large the school is and I must admit I think it takes longer to give a walking tour of the school than a driving tour of the town. Some of my students told me about this new diner that opened up in August called "The Pink Poodle." It's a throwback 50's diner in North Platte. Danielle and I agreed that we must check it out. We were nothing but impressed. It is completely covered with everything 50's with a high-top counter, tons of pictures and decor, and a waitress in a poodle skirt. The only drawback was that it is REALLY small, Probably less than 10 tables, but somehow the "tininess" added to the atmosphere. Danielle and I split an order of onion rings and each at a Club Sandwich. Everything was very tasty and our bill was less than 7 a piece. The ice cream looked wonderful at our neighbor's table, but we decided to save that experience for another day.
I feel as though I've been to the mall a lot over the past month, mainly Christmas shopping. However, if I wouldn't find just the right thing one weekend, I apparently thought the next weekend would be an entirely different experience...so I just kept going. The theory must have worked because all my shopping is done now haha.
My friend Kasy (teacher) and I went out to eat and then to look at Christmas lights in North Platte. We ate at Margaritas and the food was wonderful, but weird events kept us laughing the whole time. The table behind us were having conversations that I don't remember but they seemed to have random comments at silent times. Then there were the waiters...they are always quite humorous, but one in particular has a rather large crush on Kasy. (Kasy eats there a lot). What made it funnier is he was so shy so he brought the salsa, smiled at Kasy and awkwardly smiled and walked away. Later another waiter came to do the talking for him and said that his friend wanted to buy dinner, but she of course wouldn't let him. THEN, we had been admiring this table of 8-10 elderly people. They just seemed fun and up-beat and we talked about how we'd still be going to Margaritas at that age. Well, I don't know if they saw us looking or what, but one of the men headed out (I assume to the men's room) and he had to walk by our table to get there. Kasy and I were in mid-conversation when I just glanced at him as he walked by and he looked at us and said something like "Can I help you check that out?" or "How about that check"...then he awkwardly scratched his head and kept walking. We just turned in laughed...we still have no idea what he said. After dinner we went shopping (oops) and then drove around to look at lights, the best ones were on "candy cane lane," a street where every house is decorated to the max.
On Monday one of the teachers had all the teachers out for appetizers and drinks, it was a good time. Last night was the Christmas music concert, which was great. One of my 7th graders (special education) sang a solo....which everyone could barely hear, but when he finished the crowd went crazy and he ran back to the riser and jumped, you could tell he was pumped up. This morning I told him he did such a nice job and his response was, "Thank you. I looked good too!" haha it was cute.
So yes, today was the last day of the semester. Although I'm relieved, it's not quite like a break when you're in school. First of all Wesleyan had a 4 week break, so that'll take some getting used to. Secondly, as a student you have absolutely nothing to do until school starts, but with teaching ...planning is always in the back off your mind. So I'm going to try very very hard to just forget it all until after the 1st of the year.
As always, I'm sure there's lots more I could talk about, but that'll give you the gist of what occurred over the past month. Merry Christmas!!
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