Scissors, Glue, and Lice

Three weeks ago I went to work on Mon and figured it would be a regular day. After having the flu for 4 weeks and being severely sick I was finally able to eat 3 meals a day. It so happened that all 4 of us adults were in our room during 1st period and we were just chatting. Our supervisor mentioned that we had too many adults for the amount of students that were in special ed and someone needed to move to a different school. There were 4 choices and all of them were elementary. I quickly ran down to the principal, volunteered, and mentioned my 1st choice. I found out on Wed. that I got my first choice and would start the following Mon.
I decided that moving down to the elementary level and being in special ed necessitated a haircut. All I could think about was scissors, glue, and lice because I've been in the elementary before and I know what it's like.



I have to say that I didn't realize how much I missed the little kids. I also didn't realize how stressed I was at the Jr. High level. I knew I was stressed, but I had no idea how stressed until the second day at the new job and I could just feel myself relax. I'm so glad that I moved and can't wait to see what the rest of the year holds.

When I got to Grammie and Pa's after having the haircut Grammie kept looking at me. After about 20 minutes she said, "I like your haircut." I told her thanks and that I thought about getting a haircut like hers. She said, "Blue/green." I've been telling her that we should dye her hair and she could have blue hair like the old ladies who go to the beauty parlor. I thought for a minute and then had to ask, "You know your hair really isn't blue don't you?" She said yes and I was relived.