Miss Sicky

It's a Sunday morning and I'm sitting in the quiet of my SLC apartment contemplating deep thoughts.

I realize I haven't posted in a while, and I don't really know why.

Well, part of it is that I'm not getting paid to blog like I was at my last job > < (that's an asian squinty face).

And part of it is, I don't have enough leisure time to think up witty, clever posts.

And part of it is, I just don't know what to post about!

What?.....

I've always had junk to post about, even if it's something stupid like, like "Things I find creepy" or "My clay Fetus." Maybe I should join a ceramics place so I can create.

Let's be honest, I don't have time to create anything except lesson plans for those small chillin's and maybe an occasional work-out. 

Things have been pretty good lately (no, honestly). The past two weeks I have been sick. I hate being sick. I am a miserable sick person. Like, someone-spoon-feed-me-pudding-while-I-pout-on-the-couch-for-days-on-end sick.

Ok, maybe not that bad.

But kind of. So last week when I was feeling a truck-load of sickness coming for me, I decided I needed to take the day off work.

Simple, right?

WRONG

First I have to actually go into work (even if I'm dead), and spell out my day step-by-step for the sub. THEN I have to secure a Chinese-speaking sub. (oh yeah, most people don't speak this language!) THEN I have to walk away from my classroom when I KNOW it's just going to be a disaster and somehow "rest."

Well, I was right.

Somehow, overnight, the 53 children I teach turned into MONSTERS. Yes, monsters. 

I come back the next day after being "rested," and guess what they had done? Taken ALL of the "Tiger Pride" tickets on my desk (that every teacher gives out to students on-task, responsible, safe, or helpful) and dispersed them amongst themselves (8 per child). In addition, every student had written his/her name on them and checked "what they had done right." Isn't that so nice of them?

Slash incredibly dishonest?

Oh I forgot to mention that they were also found screaming and running around the classroom (literally) while the sub was sitting there in his own little world. 

Bless his heart.

They were so bad that all the teachers heard about it. 

Whatevs. I'm back now, and never going to get sick again!

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Last weekend my roommate invited me to go hiking with her and (my future new roommate) Sarah. It was beautiful. I love where I live. I do.

This is just up Little Cottonwood Canyon (you know, like 15 minutes from my house, oh hey). And can I just say that this picture totally DOES NOT do it justice. The sun was a burning red/orange. That's my roommate Kassidy on the right.

  

I love running through the hills, I love hiking up the canyons, one day (when I'm rich and can afford a bike) I will love biking the streets, I love that people are super health-conscious here. I love that I have a CHIPOTLE right next to my house.