Cute baby

The baby gal came to our home with my brother today. She has such big and sparkly eyes. She is really adorable. When I was holding her in my arms, she was stretching her arms and legs, moving a lot, really active. SMACK SMACK SMACK I couldn't help giving her lots of big big kisses.

In progress

Okay, our wedding plan has finally made some progress. I have chosen my dresses, one white wedding gown, and one pink party dress. I never thought of pink. I always believe blue or green or champagne gold would be really nice on me but surprisingly, I look gorgeous in that pink dress. And this pink doesn't make me dolly at all. Plus, it's quite sexy!!!

We have also chosen the design for our invitation cards. It looks really plain and neat and stylish. Next Saturday we can see the layout, and hopefully the cards can be finished printing in one month.

Now I can kick back a bit, stop being so stressed and worried.

Friday lesson

That cocky and evil French woman is back, and our French lesson was like hell again.

Wondering

Sometimes I can't help wondering whether Adrian has stopped loving me. I asked him and he ensured that he does. Then he talked to me and comforted me in his gentle voice. I feel better. I feel being loved again.

But I know soon he will be so moody, so quiet, so impatient to me that everything around us becomes so gloomy. I will again feel so alone. I will again worry about our relationship. I used to think my future husband would be an upbeat person who would brighten up our days with sunshine smiles.

School days

There is a British girl in my grade 3 class; She is so adorable and smart. I love talking to her. And there is a girl from Egypt, who looks really pleasant and dependable. One grade one girl gives me a hug every day. There are also many children who are so bubbly and so happy. When I read them a story, they are all attentive and looking and listening and even laughing.

I was right when I chose to be a teacher!

One first graders

I was teaching a grade-one kid to do spelling practice. I wrote the words on the blackboard clearly by showing my class how to trace every letter on the red and blue writing lines which are always used for younger children to practice handwriting. Then, every kid in class was asked to copy them on his book. That kid, no matter how many times he tried, kept making mistakes. The words were either on the upper line, or under the lower line, just never between the two lines. I kept rubbing out his mistakes and I even wrote a sample one on the first line for him to follow. He tried but he couldn't do it even though it was so simple. 'Not like this. Please look carefully,' I rubbed out the mistakes again and maybe it's too frustrating for him. He cried and cried.

Even though after I told him it's okay, it's not a big deal and I know he is trying, he just kept crying. It broke my heart. Some kids are slow. Some kids are fast. Some are smart but some just need more time to learn. I know, one day, and some day, he will finally do it. Just take things easy. They are small. It's really not a big deal if he can't write nicely, now or even in the future. Actually I even believe that it's not a big deal at all even if you can't spell. Computers are gonna do all the work for us.

Now I keep reminding myself to be more, much more patient with the first graders. My goal is not to get the kids to learn, but to make them love to learn.

Busy Busy Busy

I am back to school and I am back to my busy and bustling working life. I made up my mind to write an entry every day but for the last two weeks, I haven't even got time to go on the Internet, except for frontierville. It is too addictive, even Adrian is kind of obsessed with the game.

Teaching is always fun, but absolutely not marking or setting tons of worksheets or dull and boring paperwork. The sad fact is: they come as a package. You cannot just pick one from the others. I need more time and space to plan my lessons, but so far I have been stuck with lots of paperwork or administrative work. I am tired and it's only September.