Assumptionista

YESTERDAY I woke up almost breathless trying to "shooing" away the big tarantula on top of my head. Panicky and outrage of that crawly creature that was bigger than the size of an onion bulb. Screaming at the top of my lungs. Only to find out that I was having a nightmare.

The giant black tarantula is similar to the one I spotted under my bed when I was on vacation in the Philippines. Yes the same size compared to that crawling metal device once seen or featured in the movie " Minority Report." Good grief I didn't have a heart attack on those two encounters with hairy tarantula: one in reality the other one in a nightmarish experience of a lifetime.

Realizing it was already past 6 am, I got up from my bed and prepared breakfast for my kids and cooked an early meal for their lunch because I had an appointment to see my friend. I don't want being late for that special meeting. For the meantime I waited at the Asian store owned by a lovely Filipina . I was there sitting for few minutes when he asked me to have a cup of coffee. I replied that maybe later on and have to stay there for quite a while. I'm ashamed that I wont buy or shop at her place which if by all means I will but later on. After reading a Vogue magazine which is located at the glass window of her cafeteria I decided it's time to buy coffee. She didn't let me pay for it because it was Vietnamese instant coffee? Nah, that's not the reason. Thanks anyway. While waiting and waiting and the time is ticking I decided to move on to the next building and find out at the bulletin board the exact schedule of the "events." I was right on time then only to find out she's not there yet. So I waited and searched upstairs. After few minutes of waiting I decided it's time to go home. I really don't like waiting especially when I know the result of this inquiry however I have to show my compassion for her. I mean it. I want to help her and show that whatever she had in mind will prove futile. Anyway I'm not here to judge her. Somehow she should listen to me so that she wont be wasting too much time. Honesty is always the best policy you know. Stop spinning! See what kind of spinning I have it's totally different from yours.

With me out of the house is like a hurricane full of thoughts. Thinking of what my 3 children are doing. Did they on the stove? Is the stove off? I hope they have their lunch without me calling them. Are the faucets water running? All the tremendous mind thinking and worrying. The anxiety that I have to deal with every day whether my family are doing okay while I was out of the house. You might see me with a facial expression so relax and not worried of what's goin' on through my mind but deep inside me my thoughts are always with my children. Every mother should be. Every mother in the world think the same way.

The bad weather condition helps with my outrageous anxiety? Windy and scattered showers helped by having my husband stayed at home. So, that's a day's wage off our budget. No I'm not being sarcastic. God has a way of providing sarcastic situation to improve the lives of others.

Okay that's enough for me. I am overly dramatic when I hate soap opera. I think I love Irish spring.

On being a student? Everyone's a student in this kind of ordeal. at least students learned more at the phase of the teacher's prognosis of any case. Think that you learn from your students better than learning from the books. You were once a student and face it I know more than you do. I was a student-teacher at a very young age. It just that you can drive. But I can fly. Yes I have wings! You want one "wing to live?"