Smirker

A student of mine keeps smirking in my class. I called him out on it last class. Why are you always doing that? It makes me want to call on you! "You're funny!" is all he said.

So either he's laughing with me, or laughing at me. If he is laughing with me, I think I can add that to my list of how to get an A. If he is laughing at me, I guess this means at least he is paying attention, right?

As long as I get good reviews, right?

Small Victories

I went to go pick up my younger brother from school today. He texted that he was waiting, but when I got there he was no where to be found. So I sat there for a few minutes before calling him.

Conversation:
Ruben: Hello?

Me: Hey Muffin! Um, where are you?

Ruben: I'm upstairs, coming down.

(chatter in the background)

Ruben comes out shaking his head. "You had to call me muffin?"

Apparently the chatter in the background was his friends making fun of him for having a "love" call. Then he had to tell his friend it wasn't a girlfriend, it was his older sister.

Embarrassed much? I guess so.

Point, Jordan. Smiley face.

I have no shame.

I didn't know I was pregnant

I watch the show "I didn't know I was pregnant." Sue me. (Actually, if you tried, I'd 12(b)(6) you, and ask for Rule 11 Sanctions. Yeah, I'm a lawyer. Sua sponte!)

The first few months since I've been home I would wake up feeling sick. It would generally get better by the afternoon. Even my sister commented, "I didn't know I was pregnant." But believe me, there is genuinely no way I could be. And, really, I'm guessing people will only believe immaculate conception once.

Now, I feel like I'm done being sick. I even have my appetite back. Which is bad. At least when I was sick, I didn't feel like eating most of the time. Now, I feel like I'll just get fat.

Which kind of makes me wish I was pregnant, because at least then there would be an excuse.

How Old Are You?

I don't think that anyone, including my students, would ever confuse me with a 16 year old. I may not look extremely young, but I hope no one thinks I'm too young to do my job.

So, how might I pretend to be older and more experienced without dressing like a middle-aged woman? This is what I've come up with so far.

1. Talk about my time in school or past experiences saying, "back in the day..."

2. Talk as though my summer internships were actual jobs I had, and stayed at longer than 10 weeks.

3. "Pretend" as though the electronics in the room are foreign objects that I don't know how to work.

I think its working.

Your Vote Decides

Maybe.

I JUST got my hair cut. Well, trimmed. Let's be honest. I usually keep my hair long, so its not like when I get my hair cut it looks dramatically different.

However, a day or so after my hair is cut, Keira Knightly's new do makes front page news. And I like it. Almost to the point that I would be willing to cut my hair likewise.

Her face is wider, like mine, so I think I could pull it off.

Here are the things:

-I always end up missing my long hair when I cut it

-I JUST got my hair cut. Do I really want to shell out more money to cut it again one week later

BUT

-Hair is hair. It'll grow back. Why not cut it?

-I've been told I would look fabulous

So I'm torn. To cut or not to cut?

Barely Moving for the Cure!

Today was the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. Or something to that effect. Every year my Rosenthal Family walks it for many reasons, one being my lovely aunt Denise who died about 3 years ago.

I've been running the Rex Lee Run for Cancer Research while at BYU, but now that I am home, I can do this race with my family.

Well, "Race" is the word they use, but I guess it is used loosely. We did the mile, and it took us 40 minutes exactly. My brother shoved me under at that precise moment. But, I guess when it is your goal to do it with family, no one really cares how fast you are walking, or how long you wait on the corner for all of them to show up! But, on the bright side, next year, if we beat 40 minutes, we are improving!

P.S. People were finishing the 5k before we did. I say, show offs!

On the Bright Side of Things

I went to a Relief Society thing where our lesson was about being positive. So here I am, trying to be positive. There are things that sucked about today, but here is a gem.

The last time I got my hair cut, I got bangs going straight across my face. Said bangs are now to my chin. That is how long ago I got my hair cut. I wanted to do it before I left Utah, but I felt like I ran out of time. Then I moved home and didn't know who to trust cutting my hair. Meanwhile, I was having Marsha Brady hair while growing out my bangs.

(Not my current haircut)

Well, my friend recommended a stylist for me and I booked a time. And the thing is, she is wonderful. She is great to talk to and very complimentary. I know hair people are trained to say things like, "Your hair is gorgeous!" and, "I could just touch your hair all day" and other such lovely things. But, the best one was when she was blow drying my hair and said, "This is your natural color? Its gorgeous, and (here it is) look, no grays!"

TA DA!

I'm a year older, and some days at work last year I'd think I'd notice a gray hair, but always be able to convince myself its just a very light brown or even blonde hair. But to hear it from a professional, I am very reassured I don't yet have gray hairs. Tender mercies.