Beth's Journal

So, my mom told my dad about how we cleaned the house, thinking that he'd be happy that we cleaned the house. Instead, he yelled at her for letting us take things like the train set and one of Mom's paintings. And he got very upset about Mom giving me the ruby ring he gave her the night they... uh... made me. And I think he wants the train and the ring back. Now, the train was something he bought my sister and I when we were kids - it's a Playmobil train, and I think I accidentally broke it shortly after we took it out of the box. I mean, come on, I think I was only six years old. It's not worth nearly as much as he claims he paid for it (he said he paid $270, and eBay says that new, sealed in box, it's worth $212, and ours is nowhere near new, and the box is in nasty condition). Why the hell does he want it, and why did he get mad about it? It's not like I'm going to sell it - most likely, I'm going to set it up around my own Christmas tree. And the ruby ring, I'm going to get repaired and keep it the hell away from Dad. I honestly have nothing that was passed down from him - sure he's not the greatest father, but it'd be nice to have something.

I don't get why he's acting this way, and I don't like it.

Then again, this is the same man that broke into Mom's house to steal her pain medicines. I know this because Mom left me at home one day when I was in high school to catch him trying to sneak into the house. He copied Mom's key while she was at a doctor's appointment, then snuck in the house while he thought Mom and my sister and I were at a dentist's appointment.

Totally unrelated to anything previously mentioned, Bryan and Callie are talking about student teaching. I am borderline panic-attacking just thinking about it. I made it through half of student teaching and with the way it ended, it's a wonder I can even to back to college. It screwed me over so hard. Bryan talks about "oh you can come to my kindergarten room and teach a lesson", and I get sick to my stomach just thinking about it. I don't think he understands.

So I'm crossposting here and on LJ. Yergh. I thought I'd quit for good, but I guess not.

I'm a moderator over at sailormoonfans2, which is one of the reasons I figured I'd come back to LJ. I can't leave everyone over there wondering what I'm really up to, can I? (Not like I'm up to much of anything besides teaching.)

Speaking of teaching, I got a set of stamps to use when grading my students' work. (Amusingly enough, it's the same exact set that my mentor teacher has!) I'm excited, I can't wait for them to come in the mail. I also can't believe that I'm almost halfway through student teaching at Madrid-Waddington. I really don't want to leave. With doing my 100 hour observations there, and student teaching as well, I've become really attached to the school. I want to work there when I'm a fully certified teacher. I want to have my own classroom there, and be surrounded by friendly teachers and well behaved students.

Tomorrow I'm going to watch Sailor Moon. Not sure what season I'm going to watch. It's sad- I never have actually watched to the end of S and SuperS. I know what happens, of course, but I've only seen about half of S and five or so episodes of SuperS. I'm a horrible Sailor Moon fan, I know.

Bryan is snoring next to me, and it's a little annoying. ^_^;;;

Justin sent me a new album to listen to- Supernature by Cerrone. It's one of those albums that I just want to curl up in the dark and listen to while I drift off to it. It's a disco album ("the best disco album ever", Justin says), and I have to admit, I'm enjoying it. I want to light some incense, dim the lights, and drift off, haha.

Student teaching in three days. I'm not sure whether to be excited or utterly terrified. I'll probably spend the next three days slacking off while I can- I work at the computer lab on Sunday night with my friend Kayli, so I might sit around and watch Sailor Moon for five hours, if I can swing it, and work on making scarves.

I think I might just go curl up in bed and zone out for a bit. This album almost makes me wish I'd downloaded it earlier so I could listen to it while I was all woobily on Benadryl. That would have been interesting.