Kindergarten!

School has started and I still think it's a little crazy that I'm a real teacher now and I'm in charge of my own class. Things have been a little crazy and I have never felt so drained in my life but everything is going wonderfully. I love my students, my school and the great people I work with. Although it is difficult, I wouldn't change it for the world!!

I'm super excited to show off my classroom! I have always wanted my own place to decorate any way I wanted and to be organized in my own crazy obsessive way and I'm so proud of it. I realized that I did forget to take a picture of one of my favorite parts but I'll do that next week and post about it later. I hope you like my class!

 This is the board outside my classroom. If you can't tell those little people are Thing 1 and Thing 2 from the Dr. Seuss book made out of the children's hand prints. I got the idea from Pinterest and the children loved it! 

 Sorry this isn't the best picture because I took it with instagram but it's the only one I have. I decided to name the tables after different Dr. Seuss books. I was going to hang the cover of the books over their tables but I guess that's not allowed at my school so I settled for putting them on the pencil holder thingies. It turned out pretty cute.

 The outside of my door. Not like you couldn't tell or anything. haha!

 Since one of our standards is for all kids to know their colors I wanted to hang up color sings in my class but I wanted them to match the theme so I made this.

 You can't really tell but these are our classroom rules and they are also Dr. Seuss themed. I got them at the Utah Idaho Supply Store. The kids love them and I have found myself saying "put on your elephant ears this is super important to listen to" because of the pictures on one of these posters.

 We did this the first week of school. I read the kids "Chicka Chicka Boom Boom" and had them color letters in the Alphabet to make our own tree. I made it bright colors so it still fits in with the Dr. Seuss theme even though it's really not. The kids love looking at the letters and telling which ones they colored.

 My birthday wall.

 This is where I display my student's work. Those little hats were made by some of my 6th grade summer school students. A few of them were really excited to help me decorate my room and would stay in from recess to help me do things. It was great. And now every morning I have a group of 6th graders coming in asking if they can do little things. I have really enjoyed their help and I have a feeling that once it starts to get cold more and more of the kids will be coming in begging to help me.

This is my discipline chart. It's my Dr. Seuss-ed version of the old green-yellow-red behavior chart. I thought it was a cute way to fit in with the theme and it works really well.

I have a few more cute things that I'll have to take pictures of another time but pretty much that's my classroom. It's all very organized and clean just the way I like it so I'm loving it. Hope you like it too!!!!

Different kind of racist

For the most part I try to be a really nice, caring and thoughtful person. I hate the idea of hurting somebody’s feelings and in many situations I’ll go out of my way to avoid it. There are always the people who push my buttons to the limit and I just don’t care what they think, but in general I try not to offend people or make them think negatively of me. Which is why I HATE when people get to know me and tell me that when we first met they thought I was a snobby, stuck-up, bratty, stupid, careless, spoiled or whatever other horrible thing they thought of me.

Recently I have had people in a few different situations apologize to me for judging me in this manner. I always ask what I did to make them think so negatively without getting to know me. The response is always the same, I didn’t do anything they just assumed I was that way. I could understand somebody judging me in this negative manner if when we met I was laughing at somebody’s misfortune, bragging about how much I paid for my shoes or something stupid like that but it doesn’t seem to ever be something I did. The response I always get is something to the effect of, “I just looked at you and knew your type.”

This makes me so mad my skin just boils!! If I told somebody of a different race that I just looked at them and knew their type people would jump all over me telling me that I was a horrible racist bigot. But it is ok to look at a blonde California girl and think she is stupid, spoiled and stuck-up? Although I may not be discriminated against in the same way I feel like this is a kind of racism and people who do this are just plain mean!!

The only some what reasonable explanation anybody has given me for their horribly mean judgment was from my “friend” who for the purposes of this post I’ll call Jared (that may or may not be his real name, haha). After we got to know each other pretty well and he realized I wasn’t a bratty stuck-up girl, Jared told me that the reason he thought so badly of me was because I had never gone up to talk to him after we had met in the hot tub of our apartment complex. I asked him if he had ever thought that maybe I was just shy. He told me and I do quote, “pretty girls aren’t allowed to be shy, it’s part of the obligation of being pretty for them to go out of their way and make sure people don’t feel inferior.”

Why would somebody look at a good looking person and feel that they are inferior? It seems to me that somebody who feels that way values looks way to much and it’s more of their own fault than it is of the “pretty” person’s fault.

I’m not exactly sure how I fit into this “pretty” mold but I’m flattered that some people think I do. What I don’t like is the negative judgments some people hold against me without getting to know me. It really hurts my feelings. In every situation the person who told me they thought so low of me was somebody that I didn’t know very well but I did like. I know I shouldn’t hold grudges against people but when I hear that somebody looked at me and judged me I find it really hard to not just think of this person as mean, rude and just plain not somebody I want to be friends with. I feel like when somebody looks at me or anybody else and judges them this way they are hypocritical because obviously they hold those qualities themselves.  

Movies

Can I just take a second and tell you just one thing I hate in a guy? I can’t stand when guys out right refuse to watch a chick flick. I’m not saying they have to watch girly movies, I’m not saying they should watch them, all I’m saying is that I hate when I hear a guy say “I would never watch that movie, that’s a girl movie.” To that I say, MAN THE FREAK UP! If you were secure with your manhood you wouldn’t have that ridiculous attitude. Once in a while it’s ok to watch a chick flick with a girl you are interested in. It’s even ok to like it. I don’t expect my guy to watch girly movies with me all the time, I just expect him to be open to it once in a while if it’s a movie I really want to see or if it’s my favorite movie. I can’t say how many times I sat through a movie I hated just for a guy, why can’t they do the same once in a while?

California love

I’m home again in California and totally loving it! Yesterday I surprised my cousin with a day of shopping. She had no idea I was in town and when she saw me standing at the door she screamed so loud I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to hear again. Then when I told her we were going to spend the day shopping together I was pretty sure she was going to pass out. We had so much fun! I taught her how to walk in sky high heels, although her dad might kill me, and we picked out stuff to redecorate her room. I don't know which one of us is more excited about that. It amazes me how fast she has grown up. She is pretty much a teenager now, it’s hard for me to not think of her as a little girl but since I really only see her at Christmas and summer when I come home she changes so much each time. I think that’s the worst part about living so far away.

My little puppy was so excited to see me too. I was super tired when I got home because I was out at the new Batman movie all night the night before so I fell asleep on the couch. At first she was sleeping with me but then she ran to my mom’s room and was pawing at her legs. When my mom would bend down to pick her up she would run off. After a few times my mom followed her to she what she wanted. My dog ran up to me, gave me a kiss and then started jumping around the living room as if she was saying, “Look mommy!! Melissa is home!! I’m so excited!! Melissa is home!!” She hasn’t left my side since. Even right now she is sleeping on my lap. So cute and I love this little girl so much.

In super embarrassing news… I broke my finger. Haha!  I was playing football with my roommate and some guys from our apartment complex when somebody threw the ball a little too hard. Anybody else would have been fine but of course somehow I find a way to hurt myself. I tried so hard to “man-up” and keep playing but when I got home my finger was twice its size and changing colors. I wasn’t going to go to the doctor but since it was my left ring finger my mom was worried that no guy would ever want to put a ring on a nasty looking finger so I needed to get it checked out. I did and of course in true Melissa fashion my finger was broken. People always wonder why I don’t play sports, this is way. I can’t even try to play without breaking a bone. So now I'm rocking some new bling on my left hand. Good thing I did it the last week I had to teach summer school because its hard to type lesson plans with a broken finger.

Bear Lake Adventure

My wonderful roommates and I decided to make a summer bucket list of all the things we want to do this summer. We made our list into a wall display so we could be reminded of it all summer long. We decided that as we do each thing we would replace the paper with a picture of us doing it and by the end of summer our wall display should be a collection of fun pictures of us together.

We kicked off our Summer 2012 this weekend with a trip to Bear Lake. This little trip was one of my ideas so I was super excited (although kinda sad because Becca was unable come). I first went to Bear Lake years ago for a wedding and was told the town was amazing during the summer and I had to come back and try one of their famous raspberry milkshakes. We decided to make it into a whole weekend trip since we could stay for free with my roommate’s parents nearby.

On Saturday afternoon we rented a pedal-boat. Neither one of us had ever been on a pedal-boat so we thought it would be super fun. The guys who rented us the boat joked about how we would need them to come rescue us and asked us to take a cell phone and gave us their personal phone numbers just in case. Jen and I had so much fun pedaling around the lake until we decided to head back to shore and that’s when the adventure with the blonde kicked in.

 

Unfortunately we picked the wrong day to rent a pedal-boat. The wind made it absolutely impossible for us to pedal against it. Of course both Jen and I are very stubborn and determined so we were not going to let the wind stop us and there was no way we were going to call the guys for a rescue!! After about half an hour of pedaling our hearts out and not going anywhere the guys came on their own to help. Jen and I refused to give up. The guys were cool and sat back on their wave-runner until we could no longer move our legs and humbled ourselves enough to ask for help. Being the great guys they were, they admitted that they knew the whole time there was no way we were going to make it back and had been watching us with binoculars the whole time. We might have been mad if they weren’t such good looking guys but we let it slide and had fun getting to know them as we were pulled to shore.

 

Over all it was a great weekend and we were able to cross more things then we expected off our bucket list: raspberry milk shakes, day on the lake, hike, and meeting sexy men (although that one is an all summer long project). The guys also invited us back to make up for our little mishap so we are looking forward to another exciting Bear Lake adventure in a few weeks.

Sometimes life can be disappointing

You know how there is a natural cycle that every child goes through where they think their parents know everything and then they grow up a little, become a teenager, and they think their parents don’t know anything at all? Of course then a few years later they grow up even more and realize their parents know more than they thought and they become super close….

Whatever…Anyway, I never went through that cycle with my mom. Even as a teenager I thought she was the smartest person in the world. She really did have an answer to everything and all my friends would come to her for advice or whatever they needed. Of course I was still a normal teenage girl and I would get in arguments with her but they never lasted long or were very bad. Or at least that’s how I remember it.

So now I’m an adult and I still expect my mom to have an answer to everything and I get super disappointed when she doesn’t. Like when I had pneumonia and I felt like I was going to die. I called my mom not knowing what to do and she had nothing to tell me. How could she not know off the top of her head that I had pneumonia? Hello!! You are my mom you know everything!!! Or tonight when I called and asked her a ridiculous question and her response was, “how they heck would I know Melis?” DUH!! That comes with being my mom; you should know the answer to every little question I have no matter how ridiculous!! 

AWWWW... disappointing!!

How NOT to be a Creeper

If you were thinking that this was another post about my wonderful experiences of being a single 25 year old Mormon living in Salt Lake City you would be correct.  

Do: Call and text

Don’t: Take a no reply as an invitation to stop by.

Do: Introduce yourself to new people

Don’t: Ask to taste their lip gloss

Do: Go on multiple dates with the same person

Don’t: Assume after the second date you are in a relationship

Do: Have friends of the opposite sex

Don’t: Continuously try to kiss them

Do: Invite to dinner

Don’t: Invite to dinner with your entire family

Do: Acknowledge people you have dated

Don’t: Confront them in front of their new date

Do: Ask for phone number

Don’t: Use your spy skills to find phone number

Do:  Send a facebook friend request

Don’t: “Like” every picture

Do: Ask about work

Don’t:  Show up at workplace

Do: Acknowledge that you live close by

Don’t: Confess that you stare into window wondering if anybody is home

Do: Cuddle

Don’t: Don’t force cuddle

Do: Talk to your friends

Don’t: Tell your friends you found “The One”

Do: Ask about mom

Don’t: Refer to her as your mom

Do: Ask about goals

Don't: Don't make a list of "Our Goals"

Feel free to laugh, I did!

Close your eyes and imagine me getting ready for work in the morning. Imagine me putting on a bran new outfit, fixing my hair really nice and running out the door with just enough time to make it without being late. Now imagine my bran new shoes slipping on the very first step of the 3 flights of stairs I run down multiple times a day. Then imagine be sliding down the rest of the way on my butt. That’s exactly what happened to me the other day!

I was planning on posting pictures of the wonderful little “prizes” I got from my graceful descent, but since I am being accused of making up the falling down the stairs story to cover up for the fact that my boyfriend is beating me I’ll skip the pictures. Let’s just say that I have multiple bruises all along my back side including one the size of Texas which is very noticeable when I tan by the pool or go hot tubbing at night.  Although I am still pretty sore, I can’t help but laugh at the whole thing and I kinda wish somebody was there to see it because I’m sure it would have been awesome to watch.

In other exciting news I got hired on to be a full time teacher for next year!! I am super excited. For right now I’ll be teaching third grade but I might be moved to kindergarten. I’m ok with whatever but I would love to be switched to kindergarten. I miss the little kids so much!!

I have been pretty busy the last few weeks, but everything has been going great. Ok, that was a little bit of a lie. Maybe everything except getting pneumonia. But I can’t even complain about that too much because I was lucky to have a roommate who’s dad is a doctor and was nice enough to help me, friends who came over in the middle of the night to help me get my temperature down to a normal level so I wouldn’t have to go to the ER and roommates who took such good care of me despite the fact that it was impossible for them to sleep at night with my coughing. It still kills me to say I like living here in Utah but how could I not when I have such wonderful people in my life?

Well it’s late and it has been a super hard week with statewide standardized testing so I am exhausted. I’ll have some other funny things I want to post about but they will have to wait for another time.

Hugs!

Mel

I’m sick, super sick, but since I can’t afford to take time off work I have been suffering through it. Although it hasn’t been easy my students have been really sweet to me. Today during my 5^th grade math class the group of boys who are normally a hand full were perfect little angels. At the end of the lesson I complemented them on their wonderful behavior, one of the boys replied, “It’s because we feel sorry for you today.” I couldn’t help but laugh, maybe being sick at work isn’t so bad.

Later on in the day I was teaching my 4^th graders. By the end of the day my voice was pretty much gone and I was coughing a lot. One of the kids said I should drink some tea, I told him what I should really do is go home and go to bed. One of the girls screamed out, “No Ms. Tyler, don’t leave us!!” Although I feel horrible physically, it’s great to know my students appreciate me. 

(This picture was take last time I was sick, I was home in California and my little puppy would not leave my side for any reason. It was really cute but at the same time kind of annoying. Now as I lay in my bed I wish I had my baby by my side)

Blog Challenge

One of the blogs I stalk has a challenge a few times a week of something you should blog about. I have never bothered to do her challenges but when I read today’s it got me thinking about what I would do. Her challenge was to post a picture of yourself that regardless of how bad you look it still makes you laugh or think of a great moment in life. So I went looking through my pictures wondering what I would post if I were to do this challenge. When I came across this picture it made me laugh and I decided I had to post it in remembrance of some amazing times and some people I miss very much!

This picture was taken at my friend Alicia’s apartment during our very last hangout before she graduated and moved back to the horrible state of Washington (HAHA! That last part was just for you Alicia, I know you are reading this and I know you will love that!) Our little group of friends exchanged Christmas presents and this was my reaction to what they got me. The gift I was opening was the Twilight books. Don’t get confused, this reaction isn’t of joy it’s an, I can’t believe I call these horrible people my friends, why did they do this to me, reaction.

Every time I look at this picture I remember how much fun we all had together. There was never a dull moment with all of our “Horror Movie Adventures”. Everything from a guy asking us to come to his van at 1am so he could give us a map so we could find our way home, to going the wrong way on one way streets, dancing and singing in public, driving around looking for “Lost Beach”, Sunday dinners, countless beach adventures and so many loving but very real arguments over how much Twilight and Lord of the Rings sucks!

I didn’t think I missed Hawaii at all until I stated thinking about everything this picture means to me. I love you girls and I miss you more than words!!

Dear....

Dear Pranksters,

I love our little prank war, I really do! But please remember we are girls. The jokes you play on each other are not nearly as funny when you play them on us. Thanks!

Sincerely,

The girls who are over it

Dear Utah,

Thank you for having the warmest winter you have ever had! I greatly appreciate it!! Please don’t listen to the people who say you should end the season with a bang. I think most people would agree its time for spring.

Sincerely,

California girl who hasn’t minded living here much

Dear San Diegans.

If you could stop bragging about the 80 degree weather one day and then complaining about the freezing 60 degree weather the next day that would be great. You have no idea how great you have it!

Sincerely,

Girl stuck in Utah

Dear Puppy,

I miss you more than anything in the world (don’t tell mom). I wish I had a house where you had space to run around in, until I do please be a good girl for mom.

Sincerely,

Girl who dreams about snuggling with you

Dear Students,

Although I am old enough to get married, I am not going to come to school one day and suddenly be married. Please stop asking!

Sincerely,

The person would like to get back to the fraction lesson

Dear Creeper,

I would think that since I never text message you back, don’t answer or return your phone calls and suddenly turn the other direction when I see you coming that you would realize that I’m not interested in you. I would greatly appreciate it if you would stop telling my friends you are going to give me one last chance, I think my last chance was over about 50 text messages ago. It’s about time to creep on somebody else. Thanks!

Sincerely,

The girl who is freaked out by you

Dear Neighbor Boys,

We love hanging out with you, we honestly do! But if you could not use the spare key to our apartment to clog our toilet that would be amazing!

Sincerely,

The girls who you have ruined all your chances with

Dear Roommates,

Yes, I do like to have everything perfectly clean. And no, I don’t mind clean things myself. But please don’t yell telling me you want to do your own dishes and then leave them in the sink for 4 days!

Sincerely,

Girl who has turned into her mother

PS. I do love you, I honestly do!

Dear Mom,

When I call you in tears because I am having the worst day of my life and to top it off the heel of my new brown boots breaks with the first step out of my car its best not to bust up laughing. Yes I understand that you think it’s funny that I have to go against everything I believe in and wear my old black Uggs with my brown outfit, but your little girl is crying. Please save the laughter for after you hang up the phone.

Sincerely,

Your sometimes dramatic but very sensitive little girl

Why I Love my Friends

Conversations some times go like this:

Me: How cute?! Did you know there is a Princess Kate Barbie doll?

Mike: That’s not too surprising.

Me: I kinda want one.

Mike: The Princess Kate Barbie or a Barbie doll designed after you?

Me: I was talking about The Princess Kate Barbie but I guess it would be pretty awesome to have a Barbie doll designed after me.

Mike: I thought every Barbie doll was already designed after you!

Marriage Stalkers v. Dating Tiger Moms

If you know anything about me you know that I hate desperation when it comes to dating/marriage. I hate how some people make it seem like life isn’t worth living if you aren’t married by the time you are 25 years old. I agree that marriage is important and I do hope to get married some day, but I just don’t think anybody should feel like life is worthless for somebody who isn’t. After all, aren’t their other important things in life as well?

I was talking to my mom about setting somebody she knows up with one of my guy friends when all the sudden a new theory hit me. If you are familiar with any of my other theories you will know that I am always spot on when it comes to these things. And although I don’t get founded thousands of dollars to research my theories, if I did they all would be proven correct.

My new theory is that Marriage Stalkers (AKA a girl or guy who is obsessed with finding a mate, who often feels life isn’t worth living because she/he is “old” and not yet married) are a result of Dating Tiger Mom’s (AKA mothers who are desperately obsessed with the love life of their adult children). If these mothers would back off and stop making their kids feel like something is wrong with them because they aren’t married these Marriage Stalkers wouldn’t feel like miserable, worthless, old, single losers.

I know Dating Tiger Moms who stay up late just to call and get all the juicy details of their adult child’s dates, in hopes that this person is “the one” to save their child from a life of misery as a single person. Other DTM’s, as I like to call them, will ask their child to text pictures of themselves every day so she make sure they look good in case they happen to run into that one special person. These mom’s will also try to set their child up at every chance they get and constantly complaining to their friends about the fact that their child isn’t married yet.

To these moms I say GET A LIFE!!! Maybe if you would back off and stop making your child so hopelessly desperate they would be able to relax and live a happy life, and everybody knows relaxed happy people are much more attractive!!

Lessons I learned after moving to Utah

1. Always look through the peep-hole before answering the door. I live in a large very social apartment complex. Although everybody is really nice, some are higher on the creepy scale. If you just yell to come in or answer the door without knowing who it is you might get stuck entertaining a creeper until somebody can come save you.

2. The difference between a coat and a jacket. When I first moved here I said I needed to buy a warm jacket for when it gets cold. Every time I would talk to somebody about it they would say, “yes, and you’ll need a warm coat too.” I would always think, Duh that’s what I just said, until I was talking to my mom one night and she told me their is a difference between a coat and a jacket. I thought these crazy Utah people just liked to repeat things I just said.

3. What an ice scrapper is. I knew that when it gets super cold at night you have a little ice on your windshield in the morning. What I didn’t know is that you have to scrape 3 inches of ice off your windshield every time you need to go somewhere.

The first time I saw an ice scraper one was sitting on the seat in my roommate’s car. I asked her what the heck that weird looking thing was and she laughed thinking I was kidding. That night she went to the store and bought me one. 2 days later I scraped the ice off my window for the first time and I have almost every day since. I drive my grandma’s old car. Every morning while scraping the window I think of her in heaven yelling, “I moved my family to San Diego so you would never have to do that! What the heck were you thinking? Drive my car back home, NOW!!”

4. Dating is a sport. I always heard that dating in Utah was different from the rest of the country but I didn’t really understand how crazy it could be until I moved and was thrust into the dating seen. I personally don’t like to play the dating game so things for me have been a little different. Here is an example of a text conversation I had with a guy who asked me about a million times when we were going to hang out/party but never actually asked me out.

Guy: Hey, how is your day going? When are we going to party?
Me: It’s going great, thanks for asking! And we are never going to party.
Guy: Oh, ok… Glad your day is going great. Sorry I bothered you.
Me: You want to know why we aren’t ever going to “party”?
Guy: Yes, please
Me: Because you have asked me that a million times but never once invited me to do anything, so I’m pretty sure you never will.
Guy: WOW! You tell things how they are don’t you. I didn’t expect that. But I like it, you got spunk.
Me: HAHA, thanks!
Guy: So… Friday night will you go on a date with me? Dinner and something fun. I’m not sure what yet but I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know because I can tell you are the kind of girl who will call me out if I don’t.
Me: (Thinking to myself: DANG!! I didn’t think that through did I? I kinda have to go now, don’t I?) Oh, I don’t know what to say, you caught me so off guard ;)
Guy: Is that your way of calling me out for asking you out over a text message?
Me: HA! I didn’t even think about that.
Guy: So you’ll go out on a date with me? Or do I have to beg?
Me: You begging… that does sound fun. Maybe we’ll save that for another time though.
Guy: I’ll pick you up at 6?
Me: Make it 6:30.
Guy: Is that you way of being in control?
Me: ;)
Guy: NO I’ll pick you up at 6!!
Me: HAHA! K, now you have spunk.

Side note: we ended up becoming really good friends and now whenever he wants to do something he just calls and says, "Hey lets go..."

5. Dating ruins friendships. I learned years ago that when you hook 2 of your best friends up your friendship with one of those people will never be the same. I learned recently, that sometimes 2 of your best friends meet, hook themselves up and your friendship is never the same again. Either way it’s a bummer, try to avoid it.

6. To be continued! This thing is long enough.

Another one of my little rants

Maybe I’m weird but when I’m not good at something and I know it doesn’t bother me. Take sports for example; I suck at sports. Why? Because I have never really cared to play and try to get better. When something comes up where I have to play I mess around and try to get out as quickly as I can. I don’t understand why in the world anybody would throw themselves on the ground diving for a ball that is made to hit the ground. It’s just not my style and I don’t care to try. I’m not a sporty girl, never have been and never will be!

Anyway, tonight my friends decided to go bowling. I suck at bowling. I have only gone a few times and when I have I had the attitude that I do about sports, have a little fun just messing around and try to find a way out of playing. Who really cares right? It’s just a stupid game and the whole point is to go out with your friends and have fun. While we were out we also played pool, another game I don’t care for and one I have never been taught how to play.

Maybe I should have put a little more effort in the games but honestly I rather just chill with my friends than play, so I didn’t really try and I sucked. Of course everybody was making fun of me and I played it up big time and laughed at how bad I was. No big deal, we are all just out having fun together, right? Or so I thought…

Somewhere along the way I guess somebody got annoyed and didn’t like my attitude so the jokes started to get a little personal. I didn’t let that bother me and just kept having fun. After all they were the ones who were making me play; I just assume sit and watch. In response to the mean remarks I laughed and said, “hey next time we go do something I’m good at.” One of my “friends” replied back with. “And what would that be…. A Beauty Pageant?” and then they all started laughing about how I'm only good at “being pretty”.

I should take this as a compliment because they did call me “pretty” but my feelings are kinda hurt. Yes, I’m not good at any sports, bowling, pool, singing, video games or any of those kinds of things, but I am good at other stuff. I guess the things I’m good at just aren’t the type of things friends go out and do every night for fun. I never had a problem with it and I didn't think it was a big deal. But now my feelings are hurt and that just sucks more than me trying to play sports :(

Life lessons from a teacher part 1

It’s been a while since I have bloged but that is because I have had so much going on. I am officially a teacher now! I even got a job! Crazy I know!! It’s like I’m a real adult or something.

I have been thinking about rejoining the blog world for a few weeks now but haven’t really felt inspired to write anything. My mom kept on saying I needed to talk about all the funny things that happen to me every day at school, but after a long day of teaching I don’t really feel like writing about my long day of teaching. Tonight I called to tell her this story and she laughed her tail off. So I decided that I could share it, even if I didn’t think it was that funny. But hey, I’m back and maybe I’ll start posting more again.

So tonight my roommate’s date came to pick her up. She likes to play with her dates a little and make them wait, so as usual I answered the door and let the guy in. I always feel awkward just leaving them alone in the living room so I try to make a friendly conversation. I asked him what they were doing on their date. He said they were going up to Park City. I was a little surprised considering a huge storm is rolling in and the 45 minute drive to Park City easily turns into a 4 hour drive and how in the world was he going to put chains on his tires in the shorts and hoodie he was wearing. I made a little joke about the cold in which he replied, “Let me teach you a thing or two about science…”

After he was done with his little speech about “science” he was nice enough to stop and ask if I understood (stopping and checking for understanding, the number one thing they teach you as an education major! How nice of him!!). In which I replied with a smile, “Yes, I did know that. I taught it to my kindergarteners last year. Did you know that happens because…” He left in a hurry without the prideful grin he had just seconds before, so I’m pretty sure he didn’t appreciate my little remark.

Lesson for next the next guy: If you are going to try and sound smart, at least make it on the high school level. :)

Pic of me and my roommate :)