Sunday, March 6, 2011

Dear Bora,

I've decided something huge: you need to be a teacher. I know, I know, you're just about finish that PA school thing, but I have a really good reason. You know how we both thrive on constant praise? Well, you can get it all the time as a teacher. No, not from those ungrateful little brats we call students. From the other teachers! Think about it. Teachers spew forth constant praise all day long to the students and it's a proven fact that they cannot turn off their "teacher voice" when around adults (remember that time I told that grown man in line in front of me at Wal-Mart to spit out his gum?). That over-the-top praise is often bestowed upon fellow teachers for the smallest thing. For example, "Thank you so much for making that copy for me. You are so amazing. I don't know what I'd do without you." Yes, it's totally worth the lousy pay-check and the parents who say things like, "I don't call you when she doesn't do the dishes, so why are you calling me when she doesn't do her homework." Anyway, think about it.

Love,
Kate

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Dear Kate,

Sorry I was unable to get the photo of the tramp stamp - it was a symbol-ish sun, BT-dub. 


I have seen a lot of kids this rotation.  It makes me want to start a family and never have children all at the same time.  Some kids are sweet.  Some kids are rotten.  Some parents are loving and some let their kids get away with anything.  I had to chase a pediatric patient OUT of the clinic and towards the street to catch her.  Mom says, "Silly girl" when I bring her back in over my shoulder.  WHAT?!  Silly?!  Rotten and deserving of some discipline if you ask me.


Also, I've seen some weird names.  For example:  Messiah, Kalel, Seven, and 2 brothers both named Kenneth.


Of course, Chris was excited to see a Kalel (Superman's Kryptonian name) because he's still trying to convince me to name our first born son that.  Um, no.


Love,
Bora.