So I am indulging in holiday season luxuries and considering my first Anthropologie purchase...
I've always been quite a JCrew girl and I never really got into Anthro, but I see that may have been a mistake...
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Normally, when I need an answer to something, I "google" it. Life has been throwing a lot of questions at me lately that Google and a well cited Wikipedia page cannot help me with. The historian in me wants answers to everything. It's almost painful when someone throws me a question I can't solve.
A year ago a friend of my family was killed in the war by someone on our side. A few weeks ago one of the most beautiful families I know lost their mother to cancer. Yesterday my best friend's sister woke to a dead husband. Today we learned that a little boy in second grade my friend is very close to has lost his battle with cancer, and isn't expected to make it to Christmas.
The whole "why does God let bad things happen to good people" thing was never an issue with me. I have such faith that everything happens for a reason and like it is supposed to. Sometimes sad things happen but it's ok because it is part of the plan. I know all of these people have gone on to or will go on to things so much better than anything I can imagine, I'm not worried about them. But the people left here, that is what is unfair. The parents without their sons, the children without their mother, the wife without her husband.
Oooh I am trying to get back in the blogging mood. I've made a few pathetic little attempts, but still seem to be failing miserably. Here's another little pathetic attempt, bear with me!
It's one of those horrible quizzes. Write something in google and copy and paste the first picture. I'm a little ashamed of myself for doing this but it's a lot better than research papers and I've got that awful salsa after taste in my mouth and nothing better to do.
I spent a good amount of time yesterday editing a picture of the BF and I. I asked him what he wanted for his birthday and he requested a picture of us. I started thinking about it and it's really kind of weird that neither of us have any physical pictures (non-Facebook) of us together. So this photo had to be good.
Well after copious editing, I sent them to Wal-Mart via their website (best. invention. ever.) and picked them up on the way to dinner with some girlfriends.
In the parking lot of Hacienda I took a moment to consider my options. I could leave the pictures in the car and they would be perfectly safe. The sun would be down soon and it was already in the 60s, nothing would hurt them. Or, I could take them in and brag about my very cute picture. Option 2, definitely.
Ok it's not as garish as it sounds, I swear. In fact, I even bought the F21 model and it looks super cute with dark jeans and gold flats. I considered silver, but decided it'd be too matchy...
My goal in life is to look like a JCrew model. A really short one without a stylist, but nonetheless...
As a college student, my budget really supports more of an H&M or Forever 21 kind of look. Just because that's what I can afford does not mean I need to walk out of the store in a hot pink ruffle skirt, tube top, with neon nail polish. Some of the gorgeous looks of my beloved JCrew are easily recreated with F21 pieces.
I loooove this look! Either cardi from F21 would work, I'm partial to the stripes because that model had great jewelry on... I'm not including the skirt because student teaching is over and I plan on pairing any and all outfits with blue jeans these days.
I have spent all day celebrating because I'm done with all of my tests and papers for the next few weeks. My bronchitis is going away, I had nothing to do tonight, and I'm going to Chicago this weekend. Life was good.
And then I found out my favorite campers' mother passed away from cancer yesterday. By the end of one summer with these kids they feel like your own. I would step in front of any car to save them and I would hurt anyone that tried to hurt them. By the end of two summers they legitimately feel like part of your family. I've been there for four summers and I love all of those kids. I miss them when we aren't in camp and I would literally do absolutely anything for them. Some of them especially touch your heart and this family did that for me. Twin little boys and a beautiful young lady. The boys are too young to truly understand and the girl is going to have to be a little woman now. Their lives are going to change drastically and forever. Life is not fair and God allows things to happen that we cannot ever hope to understand. I know that everything happens for a reason, life happens like it's supposed to happen, but these kids have such a tough road. I can't imagine dealing with this at 23, these kids are 6 and 10. All I want to do right now is hug them and tell them it will all be ok...
Raise your hand if you're a super senior! (My hand is fully in the air right now) I am officially a super senior. I got to watch the BF, Hermione, Ron, Luna, and many more walk down that aisle in their gold and black and receive those ever elusive (for me) degrees. And it actually wasn't awful. In fact it's working out quite well, Lord knows if I'd had graduated I'd have no idea what to do next. I really did enjoy student teaching these last few months, but I feel like if I got a job teaching I'd get comfortable and that'd be it forever. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, a number of very lovely teachers read this blog, both of my parents are teachers, each grandparent worked at a school at one point, clearly I am a fan of teachers. But there are a few other things I'd like to try first. Plus I can't overcome this hope to live in the city for a few year and I can't help but think that inner-city troubled teens would eat Miss G alive.
Does anybody else feel like this is a giant step back in this whole green movement?
Two seniors and one junior arguing about the importance of having an ID that shows you're a senior...
Junior: Like an ID matters in the real world...
Senior 1: It does!
Senior 2: If you don't have this you're probably a terrorist.
Senior 1: And we don't want you in this country.
Senior 2: Yeah, forget about this classroom. We don't want you in this country.
So funny. Also my cooperating teacher threatened another senior that he was going to stand outside his future 2nd grade classroom and tell all the kids that he's a phony and can't teach cursive. "He's a liar! Don't believe his addition!"
As for my day, clearly so far, so good. Tony Bennett will be on campus to night to talk to our class. Should be interesting...
Um today pretty much sucked. First one of my students told me, "Miss G., don't you know we hate this class since Mr. So and So left?" "Um yeah, I definitely got that message." And then a professor told me that I had so much more poise and was so much more adult than I used to be. Um, what was I before? A vulgar child, apparently. I'm super tired of student teaching. Game over.
My middle school placement was so good. Seriously, super teacher over here. High school though, ugh, just ugh. The kids that are there to learn really like me, they're on board and answering questions and paying attention. But there are like 6 or 7 kids in each class that are just pissed off that I have the audacity to tell them to get their heads off their desk and pay attention. I am all sorts of ready for this to be over.
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