Well, I finally remembered my user name and password so I could post again. Seems I lost the little purple sticky note I wrote the info on until I could transfer it to a safe place for keeping. It seems I forget a lot of stuff lately, which is another reason I decided to quit teaching. The last year or two, I was forever misplacing books and papers and forgetting to do things that kept me organized in the past. I have a low tolerance for chaos, messiness, and disorder so not being on top of things really bugs me. It went deeper than that, though. I used to be able to lecture on history, and all kinds of pertinent facts would come to mind to share with the class. Last year, I would recall that I knew something that was relevant; I just couldn't remember what! I really didn't want to keep teaching if I couldn't measure up to my past performance. I read an article by a college professor who specialized in education. In it, he said that no one should teach past the age of fifty. His reason was that a person that age could not really relate to young people and would not have new and fresh ideas. He may be right. I did find it harder and harder to relate to the kids, even though I really loved them. I just didn't understand why they did a lot of the things they did. It often seemed to me that they were being very disrespectful when they did not think that at all! I also had a big problem with feeling that school was not a big enough priority with the kids, and sometimes even the parents. Too many absences and tardiness became a HUGE frustration for me. Understand, I taught in a Christian school with good kids. I know they could have been much, much worse. I think your patience starts to wear thin as you get older.
Getting older is the pits. First there was the grey hair. At least mine is a nice shade of silver, but it definitely says "old." Then the pounds started creeping on. Next the eyesight went.
I've been pretty lucky about wrinkles, but the whole face is sagging! One day I noticed that men didn't look at me anymore when I walked through the mall. I never was beautiful, or even very pretty - I guess "cute" was about the best I could do. It sure is hard to realize that even what looks I had are going fast. I wonder if it's that hard for every woman? I've prayed that God would help me to stop caring so much about looks.
Then there are the aches and pains. A new pillowtop mattress helped tremendously with the early morning stiffness. Even better, we added one of those memory foam mattrress toppers. I love to get in bed! It feels like a dream. I signed up for jazzercise classes over a week ago, and I'm hoping that will keep my muscles toned and flexible.
As for the additional pounds, I also signed up for Weight Watchers. The first week I lost 2.4 pounds. Yeah!!!
I guess the only good thing about getting old is you get to retire. That gives me time for taking care of this old body of mine!
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