"Thinking Meme"

1. If you had to choose one vice in exclusion of all others what would it be?

running the heater as warm as I want it to be all winter long. and chocolate.

2. If you could change one specific thing about the world what would it be?

The rampant stupidity. The storehouse of un-used common sense must be visible from outer space.


3. Name the cartoon character you identify with the most.

Wakko. I mean, his name really says it all, doesn't it?

4. If you could live one day in your life over again which one would it be?

I don't remember the exact date, but it was a Sunday during my Sophomore year of college. I had a HUGE fight with my mom and said some things I shouldn't have. Even though things are ok now, I will always regret that day.

5. If you could go back in history and spend a day with one person who would it be?

Famous person: Marlon Brando
Reason: To see if he actually could "have been a contenda"
Not famous persons: My grandparents.
Reason: To talk to them as an adult and find out who they were, rather than just relying on the vague memories from a little girl.

6. What is the one thing you lost, sold or threw away that you wish you could have back?

This is hard to answer because I don't put a lot of stock in posessions. I just don't get sentimental over things. I would say something funny like "my sanity", but I don't think I ever had that to begin with. I guess I would say that the one thing I lost that I wish I could have back is my cat, Snobe. He died several years ago, but he was a cool cat.


7. What is your one most important contribution to this world?

I could be all noble and say, 'well, I'm a teacher, so my contribution is giving the gift of knowledge and music to my students' (wow, I almost puked as I was typing that!), but honestly, I think my most important contribution is my amazing good looks.

8. What is your one hidden talent that nearly no one knows about?

I don't think I have one. I guess it's because I have so few talents that it seems silly to keep any of them hidden.

9. What is your most cherished possession?

This is another hard one to answer because of the whole not getting attached to things thing. But, I guess if I had to pick, I would say my horn. I've had it since 10th grade and although it's gone through some pretty interesting transformations (I'll tell you about that sometime), it's also gone through some really memorable occasions with me. Yeah, I think I would be pretty upset if it suddenly disappeared.

10. What one person influenced your life the most when growing up?

My parents. My neuroses wouldn't be nearly so interesting if it weren't for them.

11. What one word describes you better than any other?

probably the word "huh?". That's the reaction I get from people about 98% of the time when I talk. (the other 2%, they aren't actually listening)

The first day of the rest of my life

People keep asking me if I'm excited about tomorrow. The answer is no. NO!!

What I AM is scared, anxious, nervous, and any other adjective that might be a synonym to one of the above. In short (no pun intended), I am FREAKING OUT!!!!!!!

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life. Tomorrow, I actually cross the threshold from child into the Adult Conspiracy. Tomorrow, I stop being a student and start being a productive member of society. Tomorrow, I start affecting the future.

Tomorrow, I become a teacher. I will have control of my own classroom. It will be up to me to implement MY lessons and teach in MY style. I will have to be the adult and instead of looking to someone else to solve my problems, I have to solve not only my own, but those of my students as well.

When I look into the mirror, I don't see someone who is ready for Tomorrow. I don't see an adult, full of self confidence and wisdom, with clear goals and ideas and ready to take charge. What I see is a post adolescent teenager. I see someone who has spent the last five and a half years learning about something, only to blank just minutes before the final exam. I see someone who has the maturity of a 6th grader.

During student teaching (yes, I recall being scared about that, too - although right now, I would really love to go back there!!), they kept telling me that Teachers are Actors. We have to pretend to feel excitement about our subject, even when we've taught the same thing over and over and over and over. We have to act happy when we are sad. We have to act healthy when all we really want to do is crawl into bed and never get out. We have to act like confident grown-ups when all we really are are scared little children who want their mommies to make them mac and cheese and read us a story.

After tomorrow, they will have to give me an Academy Award.