My home up here is not too shabby either. I live in the bottom part of a top-bottom duplex. It has a gorgeous backyard, and I love how it is in a relatively quiet part of town. It is fairly close to the University and Indian Hills Elementary where I work, but it is just far enough to escape all the fad that goes on around those parts. If the University has a big event going on, I won't even know unless they light up fireworks.
My roommate Karl has been a joy to live with. I feel like I struck gold with him as far as roommates are concerned. He is friendly and very flexible. Him and I have gone on a couple walks and outings together. His family is also very friendly, in fact they invited me to have dinner with them for one of his sisters birthday parties. They welcomed me like I was one of them. Back to Karl; not only is he very nice but he is very helpful. He is always offering to help me out with groceries whenever he goes and he has no problems sharing his dishes with me as long as I pay back the favor by keeping them clean. He has introduced me to some good foods, my favorite being smoked gouda cheese. He has said I will be very educated on all different kinds of cheeses while I am his roommate.

After that, it was mostly just relax and wait for school to begin. Now that school has begun, let me just say that it is exciting but it has also been a lot of work. The University of Utah has been fairly easy so far but working at Indian Hills has been a bit draggy. First off, let me explain what I do. I am a part time PE instructor. I meet with all the classes in the school once a week, 30 minutes a day. One teacher will bring her/his class in, than 30 minutes later I will swap another one. It is an awarding job because the teachers and the principle have been so nice to me on this first week, plus I love seeing the kids grin when I walk by them and they say something like "hi Coach". One that was so sweet was when I was headed home a boy jumped and excitedly said "Daddy, that's my coach"! So you are probably wondering where the draggy part comes in, right? The draggy part is mentally, it is quite tiring. I have to come up with the plans for that week, I am running the gym solo and the hardest part is getting the kids under control with out me blowing my own top off. I had to learn what worked and what did not work fast. The first day, I could not get the kids under control much at all so the very next day, I had to try out a new approach that worked much better. Plus being a PE teacher at an Elementary school, I am expected to play the games I plan with many of them so by the end of the day, I feel physically exerted. I am sure that part will pass because I will be in better shape soon but the first few days my thighs were sore and one day my ankle felt like it was ready to snap off. I now applaud all teachers sincerely because now I have a more realistic idea of how hard being a teacher can be. That is not to mean I no longer want to be a teacher. That is still my goal because even though it is a tough job, the intrinsic awards are endless. I feel important to society, I like making a difference in peoples lives and I love the respect and unity that being a teacher brings. Plus I kind of like challenges. I see them as a chance to prove to myself and others what I am capable of and when I continue to push the limits and still have a bit of motivation by the end of the day, it is very self reassuring and I feel proud by the time I am laying in bed.
Thanks all of you for supporting me. I promise to keep you all updated on this experience. You all are the best. Its because of your support that this man keeps chugging along!!

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