Cute Kids

Post #80: Dedicated to: Speak Now; Taylor Swift

Kids are just so adorable.

http://ashleyannphotography.com/blog/2010/10/27/i-got-to-babysit/

So adorable.

During my field placement today (a kindergarten classroom), I witnessed these conversations taking place:

Isaac: "Guess how tall I am? 35 feet tall!" (I'm fairly certain he meant to say inches, =D)

Isaac: "Oliver, how many inches are you?"

Oliver: "I'm not sure can you measure me?"

Isaac: "Sure! Stand up and I'll measure you!"

Oliver stands up, Isaac stretches his arms wide.

Isaac: "Umm....about...25 feet."

To which Joey brought up the fact that Oliver actually looked taller than Isaac. (And he is, by a good few inches).

So cute.

F.

Post #79: Dedicated to: The Ballad of You and I; Mêlée

Just saw Apocalypse Now for class. I could have lost all faith in mankind due to the Vietnam War. And now I'd just prefer to forget that I ever watched that. But it exists. But I'm going to pass over it. Maybe it's not something to be ignored, but it's not something I want to or can face at the moment.

The one thing I have most often seen in facebook and myspace "about me" sections is this: "I hate drama." And I always thought...well, I don't really know what I thought about these people. I thought it was completely unnecessary to tell the entire world that, though. I mean...really? You hate drama? And that's what you want everyone to know about you? And what kind of person do you have to be to write that on your profile? Do you constantly surround yourself with drama? Is that why you mention it so often?

For the first time, though, I think I fully realize how much I personally hate drama in my life. It causes so, so, so, so, so much unnecessary stress. And for such stupid reasons too. Freakin A.

There's Always Next Year

Post #78

The teams that do the best regular season always seem to fail to meet that caliber of talent and ability post-season. So sad. But there's always next year, right?

And now it's time for the Lake Show! (Game 1 of the season is Wednesday!) Threeeeee-peat, please!

It's a nice break from studying, reading, and life.

Dreamland

Post#77

I like to escape from the world by watching television, or watching chick flicks, or reading books. Because we all know life is nothing like an organized and orderly array of sweet (no)things.

It's probably not the smartest idea on earth - turn away from everything so you never have to face trouble, sadness, fear, or disappointment in the eye. But it's what I do.

Boston

Post #76: Dedicated to: Glee

This is adorable. Kids are adorable.

It's so windy outside.

The 'skirts are soon to be reunited in Boston, MA. Hello, lovely ladies!

Home soon.

H2O

Post #75: Dedicated to: the Philadelphia Phillies

Roy Halladay is a beast.

Here's to a looooong night ahead.

On the Board of Managers

Post #74

A Korean alum just donated $7.5 million to the school to build a new dorm.

Ready for occupancy fall of 2012, aka senior year!

Gotta love those Koreans. And Barney Stinson.

Hesitation

Post #73: Dedicated to: Freedom Writers

Is it just me who gets so emotionally charged and impacted when I see such a movie?

I don't even know where to start.

But I hesitate to write this here, because writing it here, in public, for everyone else's eyes to see, makes it seem fake. Yes, fake.

I can write it in my own personal journal, one only I will ever read, and I can keep alive this dream and hope, and it will be to me everything and anything I want it to be.

But if I write it here, then other people will read it. And they will interpret it and they will see it and they will think what they want of it. And that will change everything. It will change the meaning and it will change the original intention. It will make everything I wanted it to be, different. Worse. Fake. It will make it fake.

For a long time now, I've always fostered some fragment of an idea in my head, that I could change the world. And if not the world, then maybe just the lives of some people. A few. Just a few is all that matters. I don't know how, I don't know what, I don't know who, and I don't know where. All that I know is this is something that matters to me. Like Erin Gruwell of Freedom Writers. Maybe just like her, in education, as a teacher teaching students and changing lives. Showing them how much an education can change someone. How the future exists.

And naturally, that leads me to think of Teach for America. But how many fresh-out-of-an-ivy-league-college teachers succeed? How many of them go into their two years of teaching so full of hope and enthusiasm, and leave, tired and dejected? How many of them receive no support from the administration, coworkers, parents, or even students themselves? How many of them fail? I don't want to be another statistic. I don't want to fail. And maybe you have to fail and fail and fail to succeed, but not me.

No, this probably won't end up being my future. Will I work to make it so? Maybe, maybe not. All I know is, this has been a part of me. If you wanted to know my dream job, the one thing I could do if I could do anything in this world, it would be to do this. And to succeed.