New Adventures

You know that feeling you get when one chapter of your life closes, a chapter that has lasted so many years and you feel kind of lost?

I feel like that. I feel like for years I've done the same thing and now I'm about to be thrust into something completely knew and I honestly have no sense of direction.

But I guess that's the good thing about new adventures, right? You leave something old behind and find something better.

But of course, you can't start an adventure without a trusted crew which will be people from your "old" life. You'll have some of the best friends you've ever had (because would they ever leave you on a grand adventure and would you really ever leave them?), and of course you'll have your family because they will never leave you.

So a chapter of my life may be closing right now and it's terrifying. But at the same time, it's good to know I won't be facing the unknown alone.

Second Graders

   Today was my last day at my internship and I honestly cried after I left and I still feel so sad about leaving. I grew so attached to those little kids and I always wanted to help them when they didn't understand something. What am I going to do without them?

   Honestly, all I've thought about is my little second graders. I kept thinking about their struggles and how to help them and I thought how funny each of them were, how sweet each of them were and how happy I was to be with them.

   But now what? I never thought I'd be so sad to see a school year end. I bet they're jumping for joy. I hope they get amazing teachers next year, I just wish I could see them all grow up and see all of their successes.

   How did I get so attached? After I finish schooling, I want to be a teacher so badly because I'm happiest in a classroom. I don't know what I'd do after every school year when they all went their seperate ways.

   I feel like I'm just rambling. I hope all is well in the world!

Just Listen

Today's post is in honor of Sarah Dessen. I met her today! And if you don't know who she is...well let me enlighten you.

She is an author.

She is one of the very few authors out there that DON'T write about vampires.

She is seriously just a normal person who is crazy talented at writing.

Her books are relate-able.

How many times have you read a book and realized you didn't really like it because you couldn't relate to the characters? Sarah Dessen seems to make characters that hold part of your personality, even if it is just a very small part of your personality.

And sometimes her books go really deep, like Just Listen.

Most people don't know about her. I would tell people today, "I'm going to see Sarah Dessen today!" and they would say, "Who????" Sad.

So I'm telling the world right now who Sarah Dessen is. And you should read her books. You will love them. Unless you're a guy. You might not exactly get into them. But still, you could try.

Her book signing was in this awesome place that was seriously five miles away from a big city but it felt like you had entered a small town. The trees were so big, they made the road look like a tunnel of green. All the houses were small and quaint and tons of cafe's dotted the blocks. And it was quiet.

You know how you're so used to hearing people drive by with blasting music? It's just the norm. But there, it was quiet. You could hear the wind rustling through the tree's leaves and the rush of cars driving by. Only once a car drove by with blasted music and it was not normal. I loved that place.

Nicklecade!

I've only been to a nicklecade once in my lifetime, and that was today. All the whizzing machines, tickets being pumped out of machines, the word "bonus" being yelled throughout the noise, people exclaiming in delight, and a whole lot of laughter.

Yeah, it was pretty much awesome.

And every machine was one nickle.

One.

Five cents.

Five pennies.

One nickle.

Seriously, can you get any better than that?

And all those prizes! Small prizes, medium sized prizes, and large sized prizes. You walk away feeling like a winner and (if you're lucky like my friend and I), you will have hit the jackpot three times in a row and walk away with a fantastic stuffed animal and then some.

Yeah, we're that cool.

Do any of you remember my dentist blog post? Well, I went back to the dentist yesterday because the tooth they fixed has been killing me. Turns out, the filling didn't fit on my tooth exactly so I've been constantly chomping on it, causing all the pain. So I sat under that bright light with a drill in my mouth once again to move the filling and also drill it down a little.

My tooth doesn't hurt as bad today. Sure, it still throbs a little bit but at least I can eat. Maybe it'll get better now. In 4 weeks, I've been to the dentist 3 times. That would be a new personal record.

The Giver

Finally. A Friday night. And what am I doing? Blogging. I'm a very boring person.

I have an internship at an elementary school. I help with a second grade class, which I love. I constantly think about those little kids (in a non creepy way). I wonder if they're doing okay with their homework. And I worry about a certain student a lot too.

This certain student has a hard life. My heart goes out to this person and I feel like I need to try extra hard to make sure they are happy and are learning the best they can. My new goal to help them is to teach this certain student how to tie their shoes. I had to help this student with their shoes and, I don't know, it just made me sad. This student seemed embarassed because they were unable to tie their shows. But when I told this student it had taken me some time to learn how to tie my own shoes, this student's bright smile was back.

Summer is coming. Soon, I'll be able to pull out my swimsuit and try to get a tan. Which is really quite pointless. I do not tan. I'm so pale. All I can manage to achieve is a sunburn that makes me look like a bright red apple and causes me terrible pain. And then the red skin peels away and....TA DA!!! Pale white skin. No tan. So I have decided I shouldn't even try to get a tan. Sunscreen will be my best friend. And I won't get skin cancer this way. And if I desperately want a tan, I can always get one of those self tanning lotions (sun free, pain free, results you can see!).

It's a Friday night. It's not even midnight yet. And what am I going to do? I'm going to sleep after a long week.

Dentists

Dentists are there to clean your teeth. Simple enough, right?

It is. Until they say you have a cavity, which is what happened to me.

And so I'll just sit here and wait until the clock rolls around to 2:30pm and begin the drilling process. I already feel uneasy, thinking about that drill going into my mouth, powderizing part of my tooth. Do you think they'll numb my teeth? Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don't.

Well, if I can have surgery to have my appendix removed, I can do a simple cavity filling.

Except I was sleeping during the surgery back in February and I'll be wide awake for this one.

I may sound childish right now. I know it won't be that bad. It's just the thought before it all happens that makes me squirm. I bet I'll walk out of there at 3 or 3:30 and think, "I was worrying for nothing!" I can't wait until that time.

United States of America

I know, I know, I put a new post up yesterday. But that was before I learned about Osama, the master mind behind the terrorist attacks, the one responsible for 9/11, was dead.

The first thing I thought was, "I'm so happy! My country suffered because of him."

But why should we celebrate a murder, even if this man deserved it? Can't we be glad about it without celebrating it?

Trust me, I'm not siding on his side.

I just think he has a family and I bet their family is grieving over the loss of their family member, evil or not. Shouldn't we at least respect those family members and not party about their sadness?

But at the same time, take a deep breath of relief because my country suffered because of him.

It's such a conflicting feeling.

Sunshine and a little flower

Today I woke up to sunshine.

No, really, I did. I was quite surprised myself. Beautiful sunshine.

And I looked out the window and saw blossoms on trees, tulips blooming below my window, and birds flying in the sky.

It felt like Spring.

We have a grill in our backyard and birds thought it would be a perfect place to make a nest and lay eggs. Unfortunately, certain family members touched the five little blue eggs and the mother abandoned the nest. It's sad. And I was looking forward to seeing the little birds hatch.

Has anyone read Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck? I've read it once before and I was supposed to read it again but I haven't. It's supposed to be this great work of literature but it's depressing. Then again, most books classified as "great literature" usually is dark, depressing, and full of death (usually murder). Even Shakespeare's comedies had sadness and faked deaths, like Much Ado About Nothing.

Now Harry Potter is a GREAT book. Fantastic! A pure masterpiece. Yeah, okay, there's murder and darkness and sadness in Harry Potter. But it's Harry Potter! You can't go wrong with good ol' Harry Potter.

I feel like this blog post isn't getting anywhere important. I think I'm just too tired to write anything exciting or meaningful. Well, not many of my posts have been exciting or meaningful. They've just been about me ranting about something or another.

Like the Royal Wedding. Kate Middleton's gown was perfect. It was beautiful. However, that one hat was horrible. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about. Sara Fergusen's daughter's hat. I think. Anyway, it was the ugliest hat I've ever seen and I laughed.

I think it's time for me to stop ranting and go to bed. Good night world!