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Letting go.
To let you in \

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Louiza
NLPS; MGS
1O; 2D
Blackmore
SALT<3
I wait for the Lord

Dreamer.

I want to be after God's own heart
I want to wait silently, without complain

hearts talking.



Letting go of the past.

April 2007
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December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
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Friday, 5 December 2008

YAY.

Doesn't my blog look the awesomest? Hahah. Zoe and I (mostly Zoe) did the awesomest job ever.

So this week's much better. Stopped going to the childcare centre so I can stay home and muck about. In the childcare it was SUPER hectic! Most of the time, I go at around 2 and come homee

at 5:30. Sometimes I go at 7a.m. and then I get so tired, I feel like vomiting. Since I've been helping at both Nursery 1 or 2, the children are hyper active. So, when I come....


N1


When I arrive, the children are all tucked in and asleep (except unless they're naughty). So, I'll just like take care of the naughty ones. Then, when they awake, I'll sometimes read books to them or try NOT to play with them (which I always fail miserably- when they run around the school, they look so cute! I can't resist.) After which, I may be assigned to a violent 2 year old. Who's also freakishly cute. And again, I am left running up and down the school. Or I'm assigned to the class. And then, everyone's fighting for my lap/attention. Yea. This carries on until they go watch TV. So, they're all glued to it. Finally, I return home. Now, accompanied by a hyper active 6 year old (a.k.a. Teh-o .)


N2


Half the children aren't sleeping. They spring up in happiness when they see me. (They know that the 'teacher' for bullying has arrived.) So, when it's time for them to rise and shine, THEY ALL GO NAUGHTY. Except the rare one or 2. (CASSEY!!!) Yea, then we play. (And by play, I throw balls around and two minutes later, a certain child or two complains they have no ball.) Until 5. So yea.


Louiza 10:49 am