tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38973192011-04-21T20:57:57.334-07:00Skirt of 31(<a href="http://aliciadawn.com/blog">Freesia</a> was right.)<br>
<br>A frame of days loosely stolen from Renato's <a href="http://www.uwm.edu/~rumali/stats/eggs.html">Year of Eggs</a> and lingering <a href="http://linger.org">Johnny</a>.Idanoreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-950029322003-05-28T12:58:00.000-07:002003-05-28T12:58:53.280-07:00Day Fifty-six
Skirt worn with Curious George, blue flower flip flops
Blocking glory.
Teaching four classes--still somehow means nothing.
Day Fifty-five: The Day They Call May 24th
Skirt worn with...uh oh.
Ghostbusters and candy.Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-948166762003-05-23T22:07:00.000-07:002003-05-23T22:07:29.163-07:00Day Fifty-four: Milkshake
Skirt worn with apple green t-shirt, grey-white-and black striped sweater, black fishnet knee-his and the birthday shoes; later changed into grey Eat t-shirt and the blue flower flip flops
student writers
pre-school last days with sweet peas and star gazer lily
He must have a girlfriend.
Swept porch.
Met parents.
Milkshake and malt.
Bored at the play.
Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-947259172003-05-22T00:05:00.000-07:002003-05-22T00:05:23.606-07:00Day Fifty-three: Tent
Skirt worn with wrap top, knee-high fishnets (wide), and the birthday shoes.
(May 21)
Headshots and resumes. Built like a spider.
Quick school: justification.
Fat Boy fixin'
Show
Drinks
Magic and tent
Fat Boy fixin' drop offIdanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-945918372003-05-19T11:22:00.000-07:002003-05-19T11:22:01.373-07:00Day Fifty-two: Events depicted took place on May 17th
Skirt worn with stripey brown shirt and black zippy up sweater
Breakfast. Ghosts.
Furniture: impending engagement
yarn store
Art walk.
Rolling down a hill
Drink with the lonely
Drink with the drunk
Ancy but dead asleep
Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-944316242003-05-15T21:51:00.000-07:002005-12-15T17:01:50.976-08:00Day Fifty-one: InappropriateSkirt worn with 3/4-length sleeved black v-neck top, stripey orangey-blue tall socks, black zippy hoodie sweatshirt and absolutely no form of undergarments. Decorative necklace, though.Everything about sex.Misgivings about drink.Funk man listening to loud music and yelling.Guy looking up at me and then tripping over the sidewalk.Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-942779912003-05-13T11:03:00.000-07:002003-05-13T11:03:06.736-07:00Day Fifty: Ma
Skirt worn with raspberry plum polo shirt and blue flower flip flops, later changed into glove and high heel shoe shirt, sparkly necklace
Mother's Day
run show locked
Apples to Apples
Day Forty-nine: uh oh, I'm going to have to remember this one
Skirt worn with....
Probably I ran the show. Oh, it was Thursday before going to Monroe, true dat.Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-937861822003-05-04T23:30:00.000-07:002003-05-04T23:30:30.660-07:00Day Forty-eight: Summer's Coming
Skirt worn with grey monkey kanji shirt, pale brown socks with yellow flowers, greeny necklace, ponytail, and the birthday shoes
Late night
movie
TPS
Company Meeting
Baby
Reading
Baby
Movie
Mac n' cheese
GhostbustersIdanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-935120842003-04-29T21:42:00.000-07:002003-04-29T21:42:25.620-07:00Day Forty-seven: Ozma
Skirt worn with pale blue tank top with the grey collar, little harmonica necklace, and the blue flower flip flops
tech.
errands.
tired even when doing nothing.Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-933852732003-04-27T23:58:00.000-07:002003-04-28T08:26:20.000-07:00Day Forty-six: Boats
Skirt worn with Undergirl composition book tank and blue flower flip flops; clearly, I wear house shoes on Sundays
Molly came over for breakfast today. We ate it at 2pm and it was good. Later we talked about art, which mostly means catty gossip in the form of progress.
I was supposed to do a whole load of work, but instead was thoughtful in the sunshine and downloaded Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-925669552003-04-13T23:03:00.000-07:002003-04-28T08:23:44.000-07:00Day Forty-five: Waffle Sunday
Skirt worn with pink monkey tank, special necklace, black zippy up hoodie sweater, and blue flower flip flops
Today featured the return of Waffle Sunday and more sausage than should be consumed.
I ate dinner at my mother's tonight, where she said one of the nicest things she ever has: we were looking at old photos and my brother was talking about what it was likeIdanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-914475612003-03-26T17:17:00.000-08:002003-03-28T08:23:16.000-08:00Day Forty-four: Early Riser
Skirt worn with mustard sporty tank top, black hooded zippy up sweater, blue and white striped socks with butterflies, and the birthday shoes
Had to teach at the backpack-stealing middle school again today. Had to talk about sex, even. Noticed a new display case in the hallway which featured a t-shirt and sweatshirt bearing the school logo, both accented with paperIdanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-912846302003-03-24T08:00:00.000-08:002003-03-28T08:20:41.000-08:00Day Forty-three: Sunshine
Skirt worn with chartreuse t-shirt, no socks (none are clean), and the red slippy-onny mule sort of shoes; later added Erin's black turtleneck sweater and switched to white kneesocks and the birthday shoes
I taught in Kirkland today. One student was a state championship wrestler (3rd) and two others played for the Seattle Thunderbirds.
When I was in high school I Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-909729112003-03-18T21:21:00.000-08:002003-03-28T08:17:27.000-08:00Day Forty-two: Longevity
Skirt worn with black polo shirt, Erin's blue cardigan with the stars stitched on the bosom area, blue socks, and the birthday shoes
My car got towed today. It was entirely my fault (well, yeah) and it made me laugh. I parked where they park the Sonics shuttles, in an area that was clearly marked No Parking After Seven. "Oh, fine," I thought, "I can park here becauseIdanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-907335272003-03-14T14:26:00.000-08:002003-03-28T08:13:08.000-08:00Day Forty-one: Bumpkin
Skirt worn with superhero casual Friday shirt, blacky zippy-up hooded sweater, blue and white stripey socks with butterflies on them and the birthday shoes.
Look, yes, I wore the same thing today as yesterday. But I saw entirely different people, in this case the God Mug people. I drank coffee again today, but my mug was just seafoam green. I didn't see the previous Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-904743102003-03-10T12:06:00.000-08:002003-03-11T10:46:27.000-08:00Day Thirty-nine: I Cannot Take a Short Shower
Skirt worn with Erin's sky blue t-shirt with the rain cloud on it, black hooded zippy-up sweater, textured grey socks, and the purple Fluevog mary janes
One of my new students was convinced that I'd taught her math in the 8th grade. This is my favorite mistaken identity ever.Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-902739162003-03-06T17:59:00.000-08:002003-03-11T10:47:39.000-08:00Day Thirty-eight: Ominous Portents
Skirt worn with Erin's black turtleneck sweater, dark green socks, and the birthday shoes.
I really thought today was doomed. I got up late, scrambled around, rushed to the Middle School and then spilled coffee all over the sign-in sheet.
Then everything got better. All that impending doom only meant spilling coffee. I'm glad it happened early on and let Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-900767282003-03-03T15:35:00.000-08:002003-03-11T10:42:07.000-08:00Day Thirty-seven: Saved by Uwajimaya
Skirt worn with stripey-French shirt that I keep meaning to get rid of, black zippy up hooded sweater, blue socks, and the birthday shoes
Middle schoolers at 7:45 stare at you and question your amount of energy. Middle schoolers at 12:20 are prone to head butt.Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-897277762003-02-25T11:37:00.000-08:002003-03-11T10:41:00.000-08:00Day Thirty-six: As the Day is Long
SKirt worn with black polo shirt (no, really), black zippy up hooded sweater, black fishnetty socks, and the birthday shoes.
Convinced myself to wake up at 6am. Of course I didn't. 6:30 and no shower. Got some emailing done and even ate a banana before having to start teaching at 7:45am. Ah, middle school.
Stress just melts away when you've been up for soIdanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-892857052003-02-17T20:57:00.000-08:002003-03-11T10:39:57.000-08:00Day Thirty-five: Presidents
Skirt worn with red t-shirt, brown socks, and the birthday shoes.
The Skirt and I went shopping with my mother today. This has happened on a surprising number of President's Days in a row. Today it featured one of my most typical shopping responses: if my blood sugar is getting low and I'm getting overwhelmed by the amount of over-priced crap all I want to do is Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-888960282003-02-10T21:35:00.000-08:002003-03-11T10:38:04.000-08:00Day Thirty-four: Worth the While
Skirt worn with the black-and-white baseball tee on the star on it that used to be Sjet's, grey socks, and the birthday shoes.
The best part of today was when I was leaving the school at which I'd spent the past five weeks and one of the students yelled "Come back, Book-it, you have to come back!"Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-886748832003-02-06T15:51:00.000-08:002003-03-11T10:56:42.000-08:00Day Thirty-three: Homeland
Skirt worn with stripey zippy French shirt that I really think I do hate after all and better get rid of it, blue socks, and the birthday shoes.
Today I took the Skirt to visit her foster home. That's right, Target. I spent three-and-one-half hours there. It was glorious.
Because of the glory, I ended up changing my shirt four times today: shirt 2 had a truck, Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-884983612003-02-03T15:40:00.000-08:002003-02-04T15:08:36.000-08:00Day Thirty-two: Right Here in River City
Skirt worn with orange shirt with white stripes that I always forget I own, blue socks, and the birhtday shoes. Hair in a ponytail with a hotpink gewgaw.
The Danger Potential of Today:
I almost forgot to wear underpants.I asked a 9-year-old if he owned a purple shirt. The look on his face revealed what he thought of purple, so I asked if he had a pink Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-881822162003-01-28T15:32:00.000-08:002003-01-29T16:41:16.000-08:00Day Thirty-one: Birthday?
Skirt worn with Superhero Casual Friday shirt, pinkpurplegreenandwhite stripey socks, and the birthday shoes
Free cheesecake! That's what you get when you're with Riotous and Radiant and are cheeky and polite to your waiter.
It was sooooo good. It had sauce. Cheese and cheese and cheese plus sauce.Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-881162862003-01-27T13:19:00.000-08:002003-01-28T15:29:59.000-08:00Day Thirty: Naked Pasta
Skirt worn with three-quarter sleeve lengthed black v-neck top, stripey socks, and the birthday shoes
On my way to teach the high school kids and suffering from no caffeine, I had the brilliant plan to just have class at a coffee shop. Oh, private schools. I signed everyone out and we walked to Bauhaus. Once there, we played Apples to Apples and then did Harriet the Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-878851222003-01-22T22:07:00.000-08:002003-01-28T15:32:42.000-08:00Day Twenty-eight: Happiness of the Katakuris
Skirt worn with Sjet's brown short-sleeved sweat-shirt top with the striped v-neck, white socks and green knee boots...and the zippy black hooded sweater which two of my students told me their mothers own
Today I checked my email while still wearing a towel. Like, for an hour. I don't think our new roommate really knows what he's getting himself Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-877365902003-01-20T09:46:00.000-08:002003-01-28T15:23:13.000-08:00Day Twenty-seven: Encyclopedia Brown for 48 cents
Skirt worn with short-sleeved Cherry Cherry Lemon t-shirt, mismatched white socks, and olive knee boots; later changed from t-shirt to green, blue, and brown stripe-y turtleneck sweater because I was cold.
I fell asleep in the Skirt last night at 8:30, so Day 27 was really yesterday. I'm not dressed yet, though, so we're still in Skirt limbo Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-873432182003-01-12T23:50:00.000-08:002003-01-13T22:16:51.000-08:00Day Twenty-six: Whole Foods Boyfriend
Skirt worn with purple long-sleeve shirt, sheep socks and birthday shoes; later changed into a brown short-sleeved shirt of Sjet's, the kind of shirt that can change your life
The Skirt and I had a very satisfying day today, the kind made even sweeter by the fact that we should have been home working. (Yes, folktale adaptations continually...but that's Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-870823712003-01-07T15:28:00.000-08:002003-01-07T18:46:49.000-08:00Day Twenty-five: Hole in my Monkey Socks
Skirt worn with squishy salmon pink sweater, red socks, and the birthday shoes.
Yesterday I started a new residency with three classrooms of fourth and fifth graders. Today, one of them said to me "Whoa, what happened to you? You're all..." and then made vague gestures near his head. I can only assume it was because he preferred my rockstar hair and Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-869420122003-01-04T17:51:00.000-08:002003-01-04T17:55:44.000-08:00Day Twenty-four: Becket Baby Coming Soon
Skirt worn with mom's brown turtleneck sweater, brown fish-netty socks, and the birthday shoes
I spent four hours taking quizzes and playing this instead of adapting folktales.
I also ate pancakes with Heather and Patti.
Maybe it's really 1983.Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-867925122003-01-01T10:50:00.000-08:002003-01-04T17:49:22.000-08:00Day Twenty-three: C'mon A-My House
Skirt worn with Flor de Cielo sparkly shirt, zippy hooded sweater and grey stripey textured socks from 10:35am-4:30pm; worn with squishy black v-neck sweater, black tights, and olive knee boots from 4:45pm until after midnight. (I had to go to a party, yo, and the second outfit was way cuter.)
10 gallons of water were consumed between 4:30pm December 31, 2002Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-864395432002-12-23T08:38:00.000-08:002002-12-23T18:29:16.000-08:00Day Twenty-two: Faux Sonya
Skirt worn with the same as yesterday plus the birthday shoes. I was too distracted by the Pete's Dragon foghorns to make any other decisions.
I'm temping as Sonya for the scientists today. I was late and knew I was going to be late; I didn't even try to be on time. The rest of the day should be just as exciting. To whit:
8:12am
There's quite a bit of chocolate Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-864124212002-12-22T16:21:00.000-08:002002-12-23T09:04:20.000-08:00Day Twenty-one: I Can't Stop Cutting Out Snowflakes
Skirt worn with Erin's black turtleneck sweater, caramel-colored socks with yellow flowers on them and no shoes. I didn't get dressed until 4:15pm and have no plans to leave the house. Also, my hair is in a ponytail with an yellow-colored bauble.
Apparently, "Christmas Miracle" does not mean that if you leave a chenille sweater on the floor Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-863381252002-12-20T15:02:00.000-08:002002-12-20T17:24:03.000-08:00Day Twenty: Cookies for Breakfast
Skirt worn with Erin's black turtleneck sweater, stripey blue socks with butterflies on them, and the birthday shoes
Today, while in Monroe, I drank coffee out of a mug that said "Yes, I do believe in God."
Erin is disappointed that I didn't steal it.Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-862334622002-12-18T12:11:00.000-08:002003-01-11T07:47:02.000-08:00Day Nineteen: Tradition
Skirt worn with Keira's 3/4-length sleeved grey shirt with the special dragonfly pocket on the left shoulder, blue socks with sheep on them, and the birthday shoes
This was year number seven for snowflakes on the ceiling. The tradition began in Wedgwood with Alyson and Julie. (Marcia kept walking through with snide comments. I wanted to hit her with a frying pan.) Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-858648372002-12-11T16:14:00.000-08:002002-12-17T21:33:57.000-08:00Day Eighteen: Snohomish County
Skirt worn with fuzzy skinned muppet shirt, grey socks and birthday shoes; contemplated whether or not it was okay to wear a thong to teach in (I never worry about this if I'm wearing pants) and then decided yes as I don't have any other clean pairs of underwear
A List of Things I Have Done in Everett:
1997
drove there nine times in a borrowed car to teach at 9 oIdanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-857532152002-12-09T16:14:00.000-08:002002-12-10T14:18:37.000-08:00Day Seventeen: Technology Retreats
Skirt worn with Erin's red v-neck shirt & the stripey sweater (which ended up meaning I matched my red date book and stripey composition book, gah), my velvet scarf, and blue socks that you can't see because I'm wearing my olive green knee boots.
Our house phone doesn't work anymore because Erin dropped it in the tub. It still rings from the base, but is Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-856087142002-12-06T12:57:00.000-08:002002-12-08T09:43:03.000-08:00Day Sixteen: On the Road Again
Skirt worn with Flor De Cielo sparkly tee I stole from my mother, mismatched grey socks I stole from Erin, the birthday shoes, and my new glasses
Every time I see a dilapidated milk-truck looking cargo van on the freeway I think that at any moment a sleek muscle car of spies will drive right through the exterior and out onto the road.
It's not what you're Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-855119332002-12-04T17:23:00.000-08:002002-12-05T11:57:42.000-08:00Day Fifteen: New Frames
Skirt worn with extra-long-sleeved black squishy v-neck sweater (a little Busty LaRoux, considering I taught today), brown fish-netty trouser socks, birthday shoes, amber necklace, and my fabulous new glasses! They are super-cute and if you come to Spin the Bottle on Friday you may be wowed by their glory.
Today the Skirt and I learned two things:
1) Duh, People Can Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-853458272002-12-01T14:21:00.001-08:002002-12-02T11:15:29.000-08:00Saturday, November 30, 2002
Day Thirteen: Jiffy Lube
Skirt worn with K hearts G pirate t-shirt, stripey Old Navy sweater, Erin's peach-colored argyle socks, the birthday shoes, and my cosmopolitan velvet scarf.
Today started with puppies and ended with dragons.
Gavin and I looked up dogs on the internet for about three hours because maybe we'll get one if our entire house is not allergic to Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-853458342002-12-01T14:21:00.000-08:002002-12-02T10:28:59.000-08:00Day Fourteen: Rabbit Rabbit
Skirt started out being worn with same as yesterday, but I changed my sweater when I got home into Erin's pink turtleneck. Poof! Also wore the purple mary-jane Fluevogs with the same dirty socks.
I woke up this morning at Halcyon House. (Which is good, because that's where I was when I went to sleep.) Heather, Patti and I made coffee and sang to the dog until Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-848978542002-11-21T17:04:00.000-08:002002-11-25T16:45:49.000-08:00Day Twelve: Superstar
Skirt worn with squishy salmon colored sweater with the flowers on the left shoulder, grey socks with textured stripes, and the birthday shoes
Today was our last day at the Middle School next to the Chicken McNasty Sign. One of the classes ended with strong and thoughtful reflection by the students regarding our residency. The other began with kids squirting each other Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-847328202002-11-18T16:10:00.000-08:002002-11-18T16:14:23.000-08:00Day Eleven: Pain Scale
Skirt worn a la yesterday, except with the kinda fishnetty brown knee-highs that I bought for a dollar
Today is wretched. Applying the 1-10 Pain Scale to today results in a six. Instead of complaining about that, here's something that makes me laugh:
The McDonald's on the corner of MLK and South Graham has been using its sign to promote the dollar menu, specifically Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-846949972002-11-17T22:13:00.000-08:002002-11-18T16:16:14.000-08:00Day Ten: Vegas Glitter in the Mermaid's Navel
Skirt worn with stripey shirt from France, no socks, and birthday shoes. Later, dirty black socks were added.
Sunday performances are nice. Especially when the house is full and Johnny makes cake.Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-845997832002-11-15T16:17:00.000-08:002002-11-17T11:51:03.000-08:00Day Nine: Exit Light
Skirt worn with Super Hero Casual Friday shirt, black tights, and birthday shoes.
I drove the Skirt to Kent again today, thus breaking my rule of not wearing the same thing for a consecutive visit with students. Eh. We did an exercise in which they were asked to stage a little scene of a life milestone through the words and music of any song (um, but not just make a musicIdanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-844824012002-11-13T10:26:00.000-08:002002-11-17T11:32:32.000-08:00Day Eight: Underwear
Right this second the skirt is being worn with the bra, underwear, and socks I wore yesterday and slept in because I was too tired to change when I got home. This morning I put the skirt back on so I could do laundry that won't show through my Tank Plays costumes.
I had sun-affected nightmares this morning, the kind where the morning sun seeps through your eyelids and Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-841977172002-11-07T16:22:00.000-08:002002-11-13T10:54:46.000-08:00Day Six: I Love the Airport
Skirt worn with stretchy salmon-colored sweater with floral bunch on left shoulder, grey socks with little blue stripes stolen from Erin's laundry basket and the birthday shoes.
I love coming home starving and discovering leftovers in the refrigerator. Yeah, yeah, I put them there, but it's still a surprise when I open the fridge.
I drove my brother Nathan to the Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-841430592002-11-06T16:21:00.000-08:002002-11-06T16:57:58.000-08:00Day Five: Gasoline
Skirt worn with grey stockings, birthday shoes, and Erin's collared v-neck 3/4-length sleeve red shirt. Added fuzzy blue thneed scarf for chilly indoor-ness.
Okay, first things first: don't ever listen to any Cheap Trick songs except "Surrender" and "I Want You to Want Me." Maybe "Dream Police" in a pinch, but, holy hell, if their Greatest Hits albums includes such Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-837822452002-10-30T10:51:00.000-08:002002-10-31T20:42:14.000-08:00Day Four: Grades
Skirt worn with chartreuse cotton shirt with seagulls on it, dark green lame socks, birthday shoes, and the zippy black-hooded sweater
It's Ian's birthday. You love him.
I turned in my first-ever grade sheets today. I also think I did it wrong: may have breached the Magic Paper. As I left, I watched the student advisors prepare to sort each student's evaluations surroundedIdanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-837822192002-10-30T10:50:00.001-08:002002-11-25T16:46:45.000-08:00Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Day Three: Ready to Rumble
I totally wore the same thing as yesterday except with blue socks. This is okay because the French do it and because I didn't see anyone today whom I saw on Monday except my sister and she ate all that sugar anyway.
Highlights of today include arriving at my current residency's middle school by 7:45am, working on grades in their beautiful Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-837821972002-10-30T10:50:00.000-08:002002-10-30T15:47:12.000-08:00Monday, October 28, 2002
Day Two: I rake the yard
Skirt worn with caramel-colored socks with yellow flowers, birthday shoes, and the green mom sweater
I tried to work on my lines today while raking the yard. It was really hard because it turned out that raking took more concentration than I'd figured. This was because of two things: Old Ladies and Fear of Dead Things. Old Ladies walk by Idanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897319.post-836755792002-10-28T11:23:00.000-08:002002-10-30T16:55:28.000-08:00The real date: Sunday, October 27, 2002
Day One: Spirited Away
Jaye's birthday; Skirt worn with white socks, birthday shoes, and Erin's pink sweater
Erin and I went see Spirited Away and our mother brought us sweaters. I wanted to see the movie again the moment I left the theatre. During the film, I had many thoughts of "this is like being in class on Saturdays except that instead of Idanoreply@blogger.com