Just to Put it Simply...

From one of my student's responses:

"In conclusion, everyone might think you're a weirdo and you might die alone. Just sayin."

haha, I love the bluntness.

Time to Wake Up

Okay, I've been terrible on keeping up on blogging. I spent all of this time in the summer writing, so I guess my brain wanted to take a break in August. But here's the thing, my brain really needs to wake up now.

School starts tomorrow. Tomorrow. And I'm still having trouble remembering what I need to do to start teaching. And I'm really struggling with my math. I don't know what it is about subtraction, but it kicks my trash on a daily basis. One time, in college--yeah, college--the teacher asked what 26 minus 14 was, and called on me. I didn't know, and I couldn't do it in my head fast enough. Talk about embarrassing. Brie wouldn't even help me. It was pathetic. (Remember that Brie? Yeah, thanks. :)

And that's kind of how it is right now. It's all moving just a little too fast for me to catch up and get my feet under me. The funny thing is, I actually don't feel too stressed out, but I'm thinking that's more of a bad sign than a good one. It means I've probably forgotten something important. But, no matter what, I'm diving in tomorrow. Head first. Let's hope I don't drown.

Fitting in the Squares

I was in a writing class for four weeks this summer, and this is writing project #1. It's a fictional short story I wrote about teenage girls and crossword puzzles.

Fictional. This is not a story about me or anyone I know, I made it up. Although I do love crossword puzzles. :)

Anyway, it's not too long, just click on the link, read, and please, leave me a comment and let me know what you think!

     Fitting in the Squares

In Honor

It's been a year since the trading of my favorite Brave of all time. Jeff Francoeur's 4-year career with the Braves amplified my love for the team like never before.

And while now, the Braves are actually winning--they're in first place in the NL East, and Jason Heyward is holding his own in right field--earning an all-star spot after only being in the majors for 3 1/2 months, and part of the time out with a thumb injury, I still miss "Frenchy".

So in honor of the trade anniversary, I thought it would only be appropriate to re-post what I wrote a year ago. Enjoy!

A Tribute to the Traded

My Worst Nemesis

I hate the dentist.

I say this as my teeth are clenched and my stomach nauseates automatically.

It started with the orthodontist. Before my evil orthodontist I had never had any problems with my teeth. No cavities, nothing. Then echoed the rotten news: I needed braces. And when I finally trudged in to get metal glued to my teeth, it started with this awful goo I had to put in my mouth for an entire minute. This goo looks like bubble gum, but, by golly, it certainly didn’t taste like it. It was terrible. Especially if they mess up because the bouncy dentist girl didn’t put enough goo in the teeth tray, so she marches back to have you do it again. This time with the tray so full that part of it starts to ooze down the back of your throat, but you can’t say anything, because 1, you have goo in your mouth, and 2, if you do remove it there’s a wasted 30 seconds of tasting the despicable stuff. I don’t actually remember them putting the braces on my teeth, but I am sure it has only been blocked out because of the agony of it all, not because it went along smoothly.

Since the years of braces, the dentist has just gotten worse. I don’t know what happened to such stable teeth. I brush regularly, and get my flossing in occasionally too. Yet, somehow—I suspect the tooth fairy may have cursed me—I end up with quite the dentist visits. And through the hours spent in a dentist chair through multiple cavity fillings, root canals, and crowns, I have not become friends with my dentist. (Yet the hours I’ve spent at my mechanics, have made us seem like the best of friends.) Not the dentist.

I hate the dentist.