Once again I'm giving a math test. Right now. It's shameful I know, but these are the kids I reviewed with TWICE yesterday. God save them if they don't pass.
The past few days I've been trying to figure out why I've been in a funk at school. (Funk. That says funk.)
At first I thought I wasn't sleeping enough, or I was sad that I didn't have anymore Hunger Games books to read. That wasn't it. I knew it had nothing to do with Valentine's Day because it doesn't really offend me that a man didn't impress with with flowers and chocolates. That's not really me anyway. I think my favorite flower I ever got was from a boy my sophomore year of high school. It was part of a school fundraiser so the flowers we annonymous. I got three, I think. Two from friends and then one from "Erefel Sirch". My stomach dropped out of my butt when all I could think was that it was from some Lord of the Rings reading, elvish language speaking, clingon kid from the freshman class. Eww. High school girl EWWW.
Around time for volleyball prctice is when my best friends (who had been smirking ALLL DAY long) mentioned that I might want to try spelling the name backwards. OHHHH. A perfectly wonderful Junior boy had sent me the flower!
Anyway, that's the best flower I've ever been sent. Best and favorite. He was a nice boy. I told you that story for the purpose of explaining that flowers were not the issue.
I realized that my job involves giving kids 100% all day long while recieving maybe, on a good day, 15% in return. I care way more about most of these kids math grades than they do. If having kids means this much giving and zero recieving, well I'm just not sure I will ever be ready (or patient and humble enough) to have Christmas 365 days a year.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
The Man in the Yellow... t-shirt.
This is not a story about Curious George, rather it's a story about Gwenners.
More often than not my Friday nights include reading a book and sitting on my couch. I've been feeling as though my youth is being wasted. Truly I am no longer a college student and my job is SUPER draining, however, I am only 22. At some point I will wake up and be in my 30's... I might even be married! There is a big part of me that knows I will regret not adventuring whenever the opportunity presents itself.
Thus, this Friday I volunteered to chaperon the MS Valentine's Day dance (please note this is not the thrilling part). After two and a half hours watching the most awkward human activity on the planet, I bounced downtown to meet up with some friends at Cowboy's. I know exactly two line dances so the main draw is the $10 all-you-can-drink-liquor bracelets and the kindly cowboy men.
Being the only single gal in the bunch it was obviously my duty to allow the married folk to live vicariously through my youthful shenanigans. If you know me, you'd know I was more than willing to oblige. Two rum and cokes later I found myself talking with a very nice looking gentleman whom I noticed exactly 2.5 seconds after entering the bar. "My friends and I were wondering where else we should go on a Friday night (smile, hair flip, smile, lean in)." Names were exchanged and promises to dance to the Cupid shuffle together were made.
Roughly 5 minutes later we were seated near the dance floor where a delightfully attractive guy in a yellow t-shirt asked me if I knew how to line dance. "Oh aren't you precious. No. I have no clue. My only skills are underwater basket weaving and the Cupid Shuffle... I do well when they tell me all the moves." Cue the Cupid Shuffle... "Well, let's do this thing."
Hello dance floor, friends, yellow shirt guy, and oh look who it is! The first guy and his friend. At that moment I pictured myself in this situation at the MS dance... AWKWARD. "Hey Gwen!" Small triangle forming on the dance floor. BIG smile which indicates I haven't noticed anything uncomfortable here. No not me. Hahaha... UGH.
We all sit back down in the same general vicinity to the left of the dance floor. Yellow shirt guy's friend starts talking to me, notices the first guy sitting at our table and BOOM! I'm on the floor. Bouncers are coming out of no where, crawling over people, I think one repelled from the balcony above. "Are you okay?" ... Uh It's hard to say... what JUST happened here?
Yellow shirt guy's friend pulled a Chuck Norris move and threw his chair at my chair which went flying across the floor and left me in an intimate meeting with the concrete floor. True story.
Moral of the story: If you aren't looking for a boyfriend, and you already have a $10 drink-all-you-want-bracelet, then leave the crazies to themselves.
The night ended in a 2:00am breakfast at a Food Network praised dinner downtown with the first attractive man in tow. I ate the most delicious toast EVER. We dropped him off at his car and then I went home. No harm. No foul. I don't think I'll be seeing him again.
I'm not sure how this "dating strangers" thing is supposed to work but I'm content with texting a certain someone for now :)
More often than not my Friday nights include reading a book and sitting on my couch. I've been feeling as though my youth is being wasted. Truly I am no longer a college student and my job is SUPER draining, however, I am only 22. At some point I will wake up and be in my 30's... I might even be married! There is a big part of me that knows I will regret not adventuring whenever the opportunity presents itself.
Thus, this Friday I volunteered to chaperon the MS Valentine's Day dance (please note this is not the thrilling part). After two and a half hours watching the most awkward human activity on the planet, I bounced downtown to meet up with some friends at Cowboy's. I know exactly two line dances so the main draw is the $10 all-you-can-drink-liquor bracelets and the kindly cowboy men.
Being the only single gal in the bunch it was obviously my duty to allow the married folk to live vicariously through my youthful shenanigans. If you know me, you'd know I was more than willing to oblige. Two rum and cokes later I found myself talking with a very nice looking gentleman whom I noticed exactly 2.5 seconds after entering the bar. "My friends and I were wondering where else we should go on a Friday night (smile, hair flip, smile, lean in)." Names were exchanged and promises to dance to the Cupid shuffle together were made.
Roughly 5 minutes later we were seated near the dance floor where a delightfully attractive guy in a yellow t-shirt asked me if I knew how to line dance. "Oh aren't you precious. No. I have no clue. My only skills are underwater basket weaving and the Cupid Shuffle... I do well when they tell me all the moves." Cue the Cupid Shuffle... "Well, let's do this thing."
Hello dance floor, friends, yellow shirt guy, and oh look who it is! The first guy and his friend. At that moment I pictured myself in this situation at the MS dance... AWKWARD. "Hey Gwen!" Small triangle forming on the dance floor. BIG smile which indicates I haven't noticed anything uncomfortable here. No not me. Hahaha... UGH.
We all sit back down in the same general vicinity to the left of the dance floor. Yellow shirt guy's friend starts talking to me, notices the first guy sitting at our table and BOOM! I'm on the floor. Bouncers are coming out of no where, crawling over people, I think one repelled from the balcony above. "Are you okay?" ... Uh It's hard to say... what JUST happened here?
Yellow shirt guy's friend pulled a Chuck Norris move and threw his chair at my chair which went flying across the floor and left me in an intimate meeting with the concrete floor. True story.
Moral of the story: If you aren't looking for a boyfriend, and you already have a $10 drink-all-you-want-bracelet, then leave the crazies to themselves.
The night ended in a 2:00am breakfast at a Food Network praised dinner downtown with the first attractive man in tow. I ate the most delicious toast EVER. We dropped him off at his car and then I went home. No harm. No foul. I don't think I'll be seeing him again.
I'm not sure how this "dating strangers" thing is supposed to work but I'm content with texting a certain someone for now :)
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