Khaki is the new Pink

Boo. Yes, yes I am alive and....er....well... As long as well implies that I am properly adjusted to my heightened level of insanity. Oh insanity, our love affair will never cease to be now that you have become such an integral part of my own frame. So yes, to answer your thoughtful inquiry, I am insanely well.

I vaguely remember the days when my most important decision was selecting which obnoxiously-colored sports bra I would don at my University's rec center. Now I can be found sporting an agonizingly awkward half-pout while attempting to choose which bland cardigan I will rock on the fluorescent stage of academia. Giant sigh. Growing up is painful for both my princess persona and my gaudy garb.

My rantings may cause you to think that I am living in my own version of hell. True, Houston may be as sweltering as Satan's underground palace, however, it would be a lie to say I can't stand the burn.

I laugh when I should cry. I cry when I should laugh. A hole in my socks strikes my nerves, while a scratch on my car rolls off my shoulder. I cannot explain the inconsistency of my emotions, and I honestly don't care to explore it. All I know is that I have come to some silly affinity for my insane nature.

I have avoided blogging about my time here in Houston for quite a while now. Chalk it up to time, but that did not stop me from staying on top of Friday Night Lights....eh some things take priority.

My future ramblings will hopefully give you some insight into why I am actually here, to teach. Yesterday I began my first day on the payroll for Houston Independent School District. Yes, Maria Grasso is an elementary school teacher. Don't laugh, it gets more interesting. I will be teaching 1-5th grade science lab. Eat your heart out 12th grade Honors Physics....you may have questioned the breadth of my intellect but I refuse to let these kids feel that same level of incompetency. The future of my blog lies here. I plan to write about my experiences in the classroom as a teaching tyro. I expect that the challenges I place before my students will be trivial in comparison to the challenges they throw my way. From stickers to spring scales, the raw reality of my day-to-day will be exposed to anyone willing to read along.

Step inside my hot mess of a mind for a while...at least you can get out :)

-Ms. G